Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

The crazy things your mind 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 seem bright, it didn't seen right

He wondered, did the go rolling along 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 less
You do too a questions of the world at large
Everybody knows the in charge

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

He had false pretendies, I had to love his style
Bound to make some havoc that violin smile
Hey, Dali, make 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 makes the
What happens to me and who has the

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

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

Now money is something, it's a basic
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, it's the

For the past is something, we all some
And universal is a bundle of fun
Now I get sleepy, to nod
And if you to check the picture, want to check the picture
Want to it, check it with God

And so the little man climbed up on a ladder
To the lands
And he shed a tear, "It's all so queer and it seem clear"

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

God looked up from a heavenly think
He gave that little a heavenly 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 so hard facts painted thinly on the void
Why were you not more pleasantly

Anything you 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 liberty, liberty, it always was yours anyway

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