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 jersey state
Barefoot girl drinking warm beer on the hood of an old dodge
In the summer rain
Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at
And move down lane

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

Well a crazy kind of light tonight
Brighter than the one that sparkles for
Brighter than the giant sign 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 this holy night
The alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines
flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
Then the and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands
They face off against other when they meet
here in jungleland

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

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

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

verses:

In the parking lots the visionairies are in the latest rage
As the angels dance soft and low in a blacked arcade
But the are so bright as he crosses the room
The band moves into the
He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and gone - gone
In the of machines the rat chases his dreams
On forever (lasting) burning light
So the barefoot crawls into bed, shakes her head
And with a kiss and a sigh she out all the light

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