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

Once a time at the foot of a great mountain
was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the
Obscured, as it was, by great
Here played out their peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excessive violence that was in the world below
To live in harmony with the of the mountain called Monkey was enough
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed
They only saw shadows you see, without the truth to the
The folk were blind

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

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

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

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

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