Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

The crazy things your mind gets up to when away
Throwing clouds of rain brightest day

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

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

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

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

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

Now you are asking me, who the scene
His highness, Gold and Madam Silver, his queen
They keep it all a with the dollars and pounds
And everyone that 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, it's a basic
And me, I am the archetype of and dough
I do a lot of talking, both and fast
But me decisions, no, of course, it's the past

For the past is something, we all have
And history 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 and it doesn't seem clear"

Now God was sitting easy in a heavenly
deep and lazy on the heavenly 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 heavenly wink,

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

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

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