Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

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

And there was a little man
He all day and slept all the night
He looked at the sun, it didn't 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 the causes behind the events in the world
And the of the mind

So he his wife about it, and his wife said, yes
Come back and see me, if it's time to less
You do too much a of the world at large
Everybody the politician's in charge

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

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

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

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

And so the little man King Gold 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 basic
And me, I am the archetype of and dough
I do a lot of talking, both and fast
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 check the
Want to check it, check it God

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

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

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

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

Anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go
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, you're an mind
You each new day
There's nothing I can say"