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 people as Happyfolk lived
Their very existence a to the rest of the world
Obscured, as it was, by clouds
they played out their peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excessive violence was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain Monkey was enough
one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden dark glasses, but no one noticed them
They only saw shadows you see, the truth to the eyes
The happy were blind

Falling out of and hiding out in holes
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 of the dead, the dance of the dead

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

Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy digging away at their souls
Every day, people would wake and at the mountain
Why was it darkness into their lives?

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

Oh little town in USA, the time has to see
There's nothing you believe you
But where were you it all came down on me?
Did you me out?