Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

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

Well now the maximum lawmen they run the flamingo chasing the rat
And the girl
But the they live like shadows in empty doorways
(but they live shadows in the vacant doorways)
Always silent, holding
The rat pulls her (the rat pulls mary 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
Brighter than the giant exxon that brings this fair city light
There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being outside
The

Well the cops they let faces show and rips this holy night
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 rock 'n' roll bands
They face off against each other when meet
Down in jungleland

The streets's on fire in a classic waltz
Between the masters of and fantasy
The poets down 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 their moment to 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 (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the city
In the tunnels of they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
Them rats above, oh in love
The rat saves her from the of an on-coming train
That rides a...
here in jungleland - oh yes they do
They hear the sing - oh oh oh

verses:

In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the rage
As the spanish angels dance soft and low in a blacked
But the lights are so bright as he crosses the
The moves into the song
He takes her hand, looks in her and they're gone - gone
In the tunnel of machines the rat 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 beat, soul cool engines silent and...
Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in port authority
In the tunnel of they'll hear the screams
out by the roarin' train
And layers above, oh in love
The rat on flamingo lane
Then an angel from the sands
And disappears - in jungleland