Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

The crazy things your mind gets up to when away
Throwing clouds of rain over 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 go rolling along on its own
Or did spirit move it with a black cat bone?
And he set out to the causes behind the events in the world
And the of the mind

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

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

He had false pretendies, I had to love his style
to make some havoc with that violin smile
Hey, Salvador Dali, a walking, talking something
You paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of man
dollars 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 asking me, who the scene
His highness, King Gold and Silver, his queen
They keep it all a with the dollars and pounds
And everyone knows that money makes the world go

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

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

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

And so the little man 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
Breathing deep and lazy on the air
The little man got near him just to get right wrong
Said, "God, are you responsible for all that on?"

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

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

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

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