Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

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

And was once a little 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 spirit move it with a black cat
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
back and see me, if it's time to know less
You do too much a questions of the world at
Everybody knows the politician's in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so the little man climbed up on a rickety
To the lands
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 on the heavenly air
The little man got near him just to get from wrong
Said, "God, are you for all that goes on?"

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

"Men have 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 hard facts thinly on the void
Why were you not more employed?

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

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