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 town where the people known as Folk, lived
Their very existence, a to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every day, people would wake and at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their
And as the strange folk mined deeper and into the mountain
Holes began to appear, bringing them a cold and bitter wind
That the very soul of the Monkey

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

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

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