Luyện nghe bài hát Puppet Song

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

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

And was once a little man
He all day and slept all the night
He looked at the sun, it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen

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 events in the
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 knows the politician's in

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

He had those false pretendies, I had to his style
Bound to some havoc with that violin smile
Hey, Salvador Dali, a walking, talking something
You paint some freaky pictures, make a 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 asking me, who makes the
His highness, Gold and Madam Silver, his queen
They keep it all a with the dollars and pounds
And everyone knows that money makes the go around

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

Now money is something, 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 past is something, we all have
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 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 heavenly
Breathing and lazy on the heavenly air
The little man got near him just to get right from
Said, "God, are you responsible for all that on?"

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

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

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

You're one of my kind, you're an mind
You make new day
There's more I can say"