Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Holy Man

The Heavy Man sits on the hill,
Holding wooden ball.
Hears mysteries of the unfolding but blocks it all out.
He has one eye pointed the sky,
As the other searches over the
For dinner.
Without once leaving his hill
The Heavy Holy Man has fast food from all over western Europe:
from London,
Wonderburgers Dublin,
And his favorite, from Paris,
he ate whenever he had some free time.
This day, however,
The Heavy Man travelled to Amsterdam,
To Febo's,
Where he put one and a guilders in the slot,
the little door,
And out his Feboburger and Febonapkin,
All without ever the hill.
Then the Holy Man smiled,
His reaffirmed once again.
"All the treasures of this, or any world, are mine for the asking,"
He to himself.