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 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 world
To live in harmony the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.

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

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in
for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody the dance of the dead
The of the dead, the dance of the dead

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

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

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

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

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

There no screams, there was no time
The called Monkey had spoken
It was only and then, nothing

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