Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

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

Well now the lawmen they run down the flamingo chasing the rat
And the barefoot
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 mary close)
And from the churches to the there is silence in the world
(all is in the world)
For they'd take their chance
Down in jungleland

Well ther's a crazy kind of tonight
Brighter than the one sparkles for prophets
Brighter than the giant exxon sign that brings this fair city
There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being 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 hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' bands
They face off against each when they meet
Down in jungleland

The streets's on fire in a classic death
the masters of flesh and fantasy
The poets down here don't nothin' at all, they just stand and and let
It all be
And in the quick of the 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 their hearts beat, soul cool engines and brave
Oh as the (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the city
In the tunnels of machines hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
Them rats above, oh in love
The rat saves her from the edge of an on-coming
That rides a...
Down here in - oh yes they do
They the animals sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

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

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