Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

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

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

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

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

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

But they up wounded, not rightly 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 angels fallen in the
In the tunnels of machines hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
Them above, oh locked in love
The rat her from the edge of an on-coming train
That rides a...
Down in jungleland - oh yes they do
They hear the sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the latest
As the spanish dance soft and low in a blacked arcade
But the are so bright as he crosses the room
The band into the song
He takes her hand, looks in her and they're gone - 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 a kiss and a sigh she shuts out all the light

Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines and...
Oh until the girls cry like silent in port authority halls
In the tunnel of machines they'll the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
And layers above, oh locked in
The rat reappears on lane
Then an angel from the sands
And disappears - in jungleland