Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

The crazy things your gets up to when you're away
Throwing clouds of rain over 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 world go rolling 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 about it, and his said, yes
Come back and see me, if it's time to know
You do too a questions of the world at large
Everybody knows the politician's in

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

He had false pretendies, I had to love his style
Bound to make some havoc that violin smile
Hey, Salvador Dali, a walking, talking something
You paint some pictures, make a likeness of that man
dollars 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 me, who makes the scene
His highness, King Gold and Silver, his queen
They it all a rustling with the dollars and pounds
And everyone knows that money the world go around

And so the little man asked King Gold and Madam
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 slow and
But me decisions, no, of course, it's the past

For the is something, we all have 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 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 queer and it doesn't clear"

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

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

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

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

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