Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

Now you may have observed if you into a wall
You get a certain of reality
When you take a look your memory book
You may a certain rhythmic regularity

The things your mind gets up to when you're away
Throwing of rain over brightest day

And there was once a man
He worked all day and all the night
He at the sun, it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen right

He wondered, did the world go along on its own
Or did some move it with a black cat bone?
And he set out to find the causes behind the events in the
And the seasons of the

So he his wife about it, and his wife said, yes
Come back and see me, if time to know less
You do too much a questions of the at large
Everybody knows the politician's in

So he went to the house just the next day
To see politician with his hair dyed gray
Jump down, around, blow you up or kiss the ground
Trying to be the president of the so gay

He had false pretendies, I had to love his style
Bound to make some havoc with that violin
Hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking, something
You paint some freaky pictures, a likeness of that man
Muchos if you can

And so the man asked the politician
Who the plan, who makes the plan?
What happens to me and who has the

Now you are me, who makes the scene
His highness, King Gold and Silver, his queen
They keep it all a rustling the dollars and pounds
And everyone knows money makes the world go around

And so the little man King Gold and Madam Silver
Come, tell me, you can
And King Gold said, lifting his voice from his golden bed

Now money is something, a basic flow
And me, I am the of jewels and dough
I do a lot of talking, slow and fast
But me make decisions, no, of course, the past

For the past is something, we all have
And universal history is a of fun
Now I get sleepy, to nod
And if you want to check the picture, to check the picture
Want to check it, it with God

And so the little man climbed up on a rickety
To the lands
And he a tear, "It's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear"

Now God was sitting in a heavenly chair
Breathing deep and on the heavenly air
The little man got near him just to get right wrong
Said, "God, are you for all that goes on?"

God looked up having a heavenly think
He gave that little a heavenly wink, saying

"Men have colored me the colors of their minds, so I find
They use me as an for all kinds of goofs
And for crimes of all
All your so facts painted thinly on the void
Why you not more pleasantly employed?

Anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go
And true, if it makes you happy
Oh, you know it makes the world bright
And you shall liberty, liberty, it always was yours anyway

You're one of my kind, an infinite mind
You each new day
There's nothing I can say"