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 as Happy Folk, lived
very existence, a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by clouds

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

Then one day, strange folk in the town
They came in camouflage, behind dark glasses
But no one noticed
only saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Folk were blind

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

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

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

And soon began to mine the mountain
rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their

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

For the time, the happy 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

There were no screams, was no time
The mountain Monkey had spoken
It was only fire and then,

Oh, little town in U.S.A., the has come to see
There's nothing you believe you
But where were you when it all down on me?
Did you me? No