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 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 peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excess and violence was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called 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, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy were blind

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in
Waiting for the sunset to come, people home
Jump out behind 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 their way the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty

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

And soon began to mine the mountain
rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile, in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy digging away at their souls

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

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

There were no screams, there was no
The called Monkey had spoken
It was fire and then, nothing

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