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

Falling out of and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the to come, people going home
Jump out behind them and shoot 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 reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found the of unimaginable sincerity and beauty
By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good come to rest
The Strangefolk, they coveted the in these caves above all things
And soon they to mine the mountain
rich seam 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 folk mined deeper and into the mountain
began to appear
Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the soul of the Monkey
For the time, the Happyfolk felt fearful
For knew that soon the monkey would stir from it's deep sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew castrophany so immense
That it could be heard far in space
There no screams, there was no time
The called monkey 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 it all came down on me?
Did you me out?