Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Holy Man

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