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

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

Here they played out 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 mountain Monkey was enough.

one day, strange folk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark
But no one noticed
They saw shadows.
You see, the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind

Falling out of aeroplanes and out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going
Jump out from them and shoot them in the head
Now dancing the dance of the dead
The of the dead, the dance of the dead

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

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

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

Every day, would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into 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 of the Monkey

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

There were no screams, was no time
The mountain called had spoken
It was only and then, nothing

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