Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head

Once upon a time, at the of a great mountain
There was a town where the people known as Folk, lived
Their very existence, a to the rest of the world
as it was by great clouds

Here they out their peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of and violence that was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the called Monkey was enough.

Then one day, strange arrived in the town
They in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses
But no one noticed
They saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy were blind

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in
for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the
Now everybody the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead, the of the dead

In time, the strange folk found their way into the reaches of the mountain
And it was that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

By chance, they stumbled upon the where all good souls come to rest
The strange folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all

And soon they began to the mountain
It's rich seam fueling the chaos of own world
Meanwhile, in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy digging away at their souls

Every day, people would and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness their lives?
And as the folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter
That chilled the very soul of the

For the first time, the folk felt fearful
For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, it into castrophany
So immense that it could be far away in space

There were no screams, there was no
The called Monkey had spoken
It was only and then, nothing

Oh, little town in U.S.A., the time has to see
There's you believe you want
But where were you when it all came on me?
Did you me? No