Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh beneath the city hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave
Oh as the young (jungle) stand by fire angels fallen in the city
In the tunnels of machines they'll the screams
Drowned out by the trains
rats above, oh locked in love
The rat saves her from the edge of an 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 dressed in the rage
As the spanish angels dance soft and low in a blacked
But the lights are so bright as he the room
The band into the song
He takes her hand, in her eyes and they're gone - gone
In the tunnel of machines the rat his dreams
On that forever (lasting) burning
So the barefoot girl crawls into bed, her head
And with a kiss and a sigh she shuts out all the

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