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

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

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

Then one day, strange folk arrived in the
They came in camouflage, hidden dark glasses
But no one noticed
They saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk blind

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

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

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

Every day, would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their
And as the strange folk deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear, bringing them a cold and bitter wind
That chilled the very 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 a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany
So immense it could be heard far away in space

There were no screams, was no time
The mountain called Monkey had
It was fire and then, nothing

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