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

Once upon a time at the of a great mountain
There was a town where the people 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
of the litany of excessive violence that 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 happy folk were

out of airplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, going home
Jump out from them and shoot them in the head
Now dancing, the dance 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 found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty
By chance, stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest
The Strangefolk, they the jewels 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 slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging at their souls
Every day, would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing into their lives?

And as the strange folk mined deeper and into the mountain
Holes began to
Bringing with them a cold and bitter 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 it's sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew into castrophany so
That it could be far away in space
There were no screams, was no time
The mountain called monkey had
There was fire, and then

Oh town in USA, the time has come to see
There's you believe you want
But where were you when it all came on me?
Did you call me