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

Once upon a time at the foot of a great
There was a where the people known as Happyfolk lived
very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured, as it was, by clouds
Here they played out peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excessive that was growing in the world below
To live in harmony the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough
one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one 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 home
Jump out from behind and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing, the of the dead
The dance of the dead, the dance of the

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

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

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

Oh town in USA, the time has come to see
nothing you believe you want
But where were you it all came down on me?
Did you call me