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

Once a time at the foot of a great mountain
There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk
Their very existence a to the rest of the world
Obscured, as it was, by clouds
Here they played out their peaceful
Innocent of the litany of excessive violence that was growing in the world
To in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the
came in camouflage, hidden behind 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 airplanes and out in holes
for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot in the head
Now everybody dancing, the of the dead
The of the dead, the dance of the dead

In time, the Strangefolk found their way the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and
By chance, stumbled 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 seam fueling the chaos of their own world

Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept
Their invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls
day, people would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their

And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the
Holes to appear
Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the soul of the Monkey
For the first time, the Happyfolk fearful
For they knew that soon the would stir from it's deep sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, grew into castrophany so immense
That it could be far away in space
There no screams, there was no time
The mountain called had spoken
There was only fire, and

Oh little town in USA, the has come to see
There's you believe you want
But were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me