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

Once upon a time at the foot of a mountain
There was a where the people known as Happyfolk lived
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the
Obscured, as it was, by great
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
Then one day, arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind glasses, but no one noticed them
They only saw you see, without the truth to the eyes
The folk were blind

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

In time, the Strangefolk found way into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity 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 they began to mine the mountain
It's rich seam the chaos of their own world

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

And as the strange folk deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes to appear
Bringing with them a and bitter wind that 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 could be heard far away in
There no screams, there was no time
The mountain monkey had spoken
There was only fire, and

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 me out?