Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a in harlem late last night
And the magic rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey state
Barefoot girl sits 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 shadows in empty doorways
(but they live shadows in the vacant doorways)
Always silent, holding
The rat her close (the rat pulls 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

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

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

The streets's on in a classic death waltz
Between the of flesh and fantasy
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 an honest

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

Oh beneath the city their 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
Them rats above, oh in love
The rat her from the edge of an on-coming train
That angel a...
here in jungleland - oh yes they do
They hear the sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

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

the city 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 the screams
out by the roarin' train
And above, oh locked in love
The rat on flamingo lane
Then an angel from the sands
And disappears - in jungleland