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

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

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

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

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

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

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