Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

Now you may have observed if you walk a wall
You get a certain sensation of
When you a look through your memory book
You may a certain rhythmic regularity

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

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

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

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

So he went to the house just the next day
To see that with his hair dyed gray
Jump down, turn around, 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 smile
Hey, Dali, make a walking, talking something
You paint freaky pictures, make a likeness of that man
dollars if you can

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

Now you are asking me, who makes the
His highness, King Gold and Madam Silver, his
They keep it all a rustling with the dollars and
And everyone that money makes the world go around

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

Now money is something, it's a flow
And me, I am the archetype of and dough
I do a lot of talking, slow and fast
But me decisions, no, of course, it's 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, want to the picture
Want to it, check it with God

And so the man climbed up on a rickety ladder
To the heavenly
And he shed a tear, "It's all so queer and it seem clear"

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

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

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

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

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