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

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

Then one day, folk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind glasses
But no one them
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 to come, people going home
Jump out from behind and shoot them in the head
Now everybody the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead, the of the dead

In time, the strange folk found their way into the higher 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 souls come to rest
The strange folk, they coveted the in these caves above all things

And soon 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 invaded by figures digging away at their souls

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

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

were no screams, there was no time
The mountain Monkey had spoken
It was fire and then, nothing

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