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

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

one day, strange folk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden 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
Waiting for the to come, people going home
Jump out from behind and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the 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 upon the place where all good come to rest
The folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things

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

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

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

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

Oh, little in U.S.A., the time has come to see
There's you believe you want
But were you when it all came down on me?
Did you me? No