Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

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

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

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

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

So he went to the King house the next day
To see that politician his hair dyed gray
Jump down, turn around, blow you up or the ground
Trying to be the of the land so gay

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

And so the little man 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 Madam Silver, his
They it all a rustling with the dollars and pounds
And everyone that money makes the world go around

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

Now is something, it's a basic flow
And me, I am the archetype of and dough
I do a lot of talking, both slow and
But me decisions, no, of course, it's the past

For the is something, we all have some
And universal is a bundle of fun
Now I get sleepy, to nod
And if you want to check the picture, want to check the
Want to check it, check it 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 sitting in a heavenly chair
deep and lazy on the heavenly air
The little man got near him just to get right wrong
Said, "God, are you responsible for all that on?"

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

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

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

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