Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a in harlem late last night
And the magic rat piloted his machine across the jersey state line
girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old dodge
In the soft summer
Rat up his pants, together they'd make a stab at romance
And move down lane

Well now the lawmen they run down the flamingo chasing the rat
And the barefoot
But the they live like shadows in empty doorways
(but they live shadows in the vacant doorways)
silent, holding hands
The rat pulls her close (the rat mary close)
And from the churches to the jails 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 tonight
Brighter the one that sparkles for prophets
Brighter than the giant exxon that brings this fair city light
There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a being fought outside
The

Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy
The streets alive with tough-kid in nova-light machines
Boys flash like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
Then the and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands
face off against each other when they meet
Down in jungleland

The streets's on fire in a death waltz
the masters 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 hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and
Oh as the young (jungle) girls by fire angels fallen in the city
In the tunnels of machines they'll hear the
out by the roarin' trains
Them rats above, oh locked in
The rat saves her from the edge of an train
angel rides a...
Down here in - oh yes they do
They hear the sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

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

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