Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head

Once upon a time at the of a great mountain
There was a town where the known as Happyfolk lived
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the
Obscured, as it was, by great
Here they played out peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excessive violence that was growing in the world
To live in harmony with the of the mountain called Monkey was enough
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the
They came in camouflage, hidden dark glasses, but no one noticed them
They only saw shadows you see, without the truth to the
The folk were blind

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

In time, the Strangefolk found their way the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable and beauty
By chance, they upon the place where all good souls come to rest
The Strangefolk, they coveted the in these caves above all things
And soon they began to the mountain
It's rich seam fueling the of their own world

Meanwhile, in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy digging away at their souls
day, people 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
Bringing them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey
For the time, the Happyfolk felt fearful
For they knew that soon the would stir from it's deep sleep
Then there a sound, distant first, that grew into castrophany so immense
That it could be heard far away in
There were no screams, was no time
The called monkey had spoken
was only fire, and then

Oh little town in USA, the time has to see
nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all down on me?
Did you call me