Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

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

And there was once a 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 world go along on its own
Or did spirit move it with a black cat bone?
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
back and see me, if it's time to know less
You do too much a questions of the at large
knows the politician's in charge

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

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

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

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

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

Now is something, it's a basic flow
And me, I am the archetype of jewels and
I do a lot of talking, slow 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 to check the picture, want to check the picture
to check it, check it with God

And so the little man climbed up on a rickety
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 wrong
Said, "God, are you for all that goes on?"

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

"Men have 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 painted thinly on the void
Why you not more pleasantly employed?

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 liberty, liberty, it always was yours anyway

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