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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were no screams, there was no time
The called Monkey had spoken
It was only fire and then,

Oh, little in U.S.A., the time has come to see
nothing you believe you want
But were you when it all came down on me?
Did you me? No