Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem last night
And the magic rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey line
Barefoot girl sits drinking warm beer on the of an old dodge
In the soft rain
Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at
And move flamingo lane

Well now the lawmen they run down the flamingo chasing the rat
And the girl
But the kids they live like in empty doorways
(but they live shadows in the vacant doorways)
silent, holding hands
The rat her close (the rat pulls mary close)
And the churches to the jails there is silence in the world
(all is in the world)
For tonight they'd their chance
Down in jungleland

Well a crazy kind of light tonight
Brighter than the one sparkles for prophets
Brighter than the giant exxon that brings this fair city light
an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being fought outside
The

Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy
The streets alive tough-kid jets in nova-light machines
flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
Then the hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll
They face off each other when they meet
Down here in

The streets's on fire in a classic waltz
the masters of flesh and fantasy
The down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let
It all be
And in the quick of the night reach for their moment to make an honest

But they wind up wounded, not rightly dead, here in jungleland - yes
do

Oh beneath the city their hearts beat, soul engines tired and brave
Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the
In the of machines they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
Them rats above, oh locked in
The rat saves her from the edge of an on-coming
angel rides a...
Down here in - oh yes they do
They hear the sing - oh oh oh

verses:

In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the latest
As the spanish dance soft and low in a blacked arcade
But the lights are so bright as he the room
The band into the song
He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and they're gone -
In the tunnel of the rat chases his dreams
On that (lasting) burning light
So the barefoot girl crawls into bed, shakes her
And with a kiss and a she shuts out all the light

Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul engines silent and...
Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in port authority
In the tunnel of they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the train
And layers above, oh in love
The rat reappears on lane
Then an angel rises from the
And - down in jungleland