Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

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

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

Well ther's a crazy kind of light
Brighter than the one sparkles for prophets
Brighter than the giant exxon sign that 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 this holy night
The streets with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines
Boys flash guitars bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
Then the hungry and the haunted explode into 'n' roll bands
They face off against each other when meet
Down in jungleland

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

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

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

Alternative

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

Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool silent and...
Oh until the cry like silent angels in port authority halls
In the tunnel of machines they'll the screams
out by the roarin' train
And layers above, oh in love
The rat on flamingo lane
Then an angel rises the sands
And disappears - down in