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

Once upon a at the foot of a great mountain
There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk
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 growing in the below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain Monkey was enough
Then one day, Strangefolk in the town
came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them
They only saw you see, without the truth to the eyes
The happy were blind

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

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

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

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

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