Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Holy Man

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