Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

The things your mind gets up to when you're 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 didn't seen

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

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

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

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

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

Now you are asking me, who makes the
His highness, King Gold and Silver, his queen
keep it all a rustling 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, tell me, you can
And King Gold said, his golden voice from his golden bed

Now money is something, a basic flow
And me, I am the of jewels and dough
I do a lot of talking, slow and fast
But me make decisions, no, of course, the past

For the past is something, we all some
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 it, check it with God

And so the little man climbed up on a ladder
To the lands
And he a tear, "It's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear"

Now God was easy in a heavenly chair
Breathing deep and lazy on the air
The little man got near him just to get right from
Said, "God, are you for all that goes on?"

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

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

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

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