Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last
And the rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey state line
Barefoot girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old
In the soft rain
Rat rolls up his pants, together make a stab at romance
And move down flamingo

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 they live shadows in the vacant doorways)
Always silent, holding
The rat pulls her close (the rat pulls close)
And from the to the jails there is silence in the world
(all is in the world)
For tonight they'd their chance
here in jungleland

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

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

The streets's on in a classic death waltz
the masters of flesh and fantasy
The poets here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let
It all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for moment to make 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) stand by fire angels fallen in the city
In the tunnels of machines they'll hear the
out by the roarin' trains
Them above, oh locked in love
The rat her from the edge of an on-coming train
That rides a...
Down here in jungleland - oh yes do
They the animals sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

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

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