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

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

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

Falling out of and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, going home
Jump out from them and shoot them in the head
Now dancing the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead, the of the dead

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

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

And soon they 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, would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing into their lives?
And as the folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and wind
That the very soul of the Monkey

For the first time, the happy folk fearful
For they that soon 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, town in U.S.A., the time has come to see
There's nothing you you want
But where were you it all came down on me?
Did you me? No