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

Once upon a time, at the foot of a mountain
There was a town where the people known as Happy Folk,
very existence, a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great

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

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

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

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 sincerity and

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

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

Every day, people wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their
And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper the mountain
began to appear, bringing with 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 stir from its deep sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into
So immense that it could be heard far away in

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

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