Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

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

And there was once a man
He worked all day and slept all the
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 a black cat bone?
And he set out to find the causes behind the in the world
And the of the mind

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 a questions of the world at large
Everybody the politician's in charge

So he to the King house just the next day
To see that politician 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, Salvador Dali, make a walking, talking
You paint some pictures, make a likeness of that man
Muchos if you can

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

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

And so the man asked King Gold and Madam Silver
Come, me, what you can
And King Gold said, lifting his golden voice his golden 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 slow and
But me decisions, no, of course, it's the past

For the past is something, we all have
And universal 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 up on a rickety ladder
To the lands
And he a tear, "It's all so queer and it doesn't 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 from wrong
Said, "God, are you responsible for all goes on?"

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

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

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

You're one of my kind, an infinite mind
You each new day
There's more I can say"