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
Barefoot girl sits drinking warm on the hood of an old dodge
In the summer rain
Rat up his pants, together they'd make a stab at romance
And move down flamingo

Well now the maximum they run down the flamingo chasing the rat
And the girl
But the kids live like shadows in empty doorways
(but they live like shadows in the doorways)
silent, holding hands
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
Down in jungleland

Well ther's a crazy kind of 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, there's a ballet fought outside
The

Well the cops they let their faces show and this holy night
The streets alive tough-kid jets in nova-light machines
Boys flash guitars bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
Then the hungry and the haunted explode rock 'n' roll bands
They face off against each other 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 stand and and let
It all be
And in the of the night they reach for their moment to make an honest

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

Oh beneath the city hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave
Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the
In the tunnels of machines hear the screams
out by the roarin' trains
Them rats above, oh locked in
The rat saves her from the of an on-coming train
angel rides a...
Down here in - oh yes they do
hear the animals sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

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

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