Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Holy Man

The Holy Man sits on the hill,
Holding hard ball.
Hears mysteries of the universe unfolding but it all out.
He has one eye toward the sky,
As the other searches over the
For dinner.
Without ever once leaving his
The Heavy Holy Man has sampled fast food from all western Europe:
Wimpyburgers London,
Wonderburgers Dublin,
And his favorite, from Paris,
Which he ate he had some free time.
This day, however,
The Holy Man travelled to Amsterdam,
To Febo's,
Where he put one and a guilders in the slot,
the little door,
And pulled out his and Febonapkin,
All without leaving the hill.
Then the Heavy Man smiled,
His faith once again.
"All the treasures of this, or any other world, are for the asking,"
He to himself.