Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem last night
And the rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey state line
girl sits drinking 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 run down the flamingo chasing the rat
And the barefoot
But the kids they live like in empty doorways
(but live like shadows in the vacant doorways)
silent, holding hands
The rat pulls her (the rat pulls mary close)
And from the churches to the there is silence in the world
(all is in the world)
For tonight they'd take their
Down here in

ther's a crazy kind of light tonight
Brighter than the one that for prophets
Brighter than the giant 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 like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
the hungry and the haunted explode into 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 masters of flesh and
The poets down here write 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 wind up wounded, not rightly dead, down here in jungleland - yes
do

Oh beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool tired and brave
Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the
In the tunnels of they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the trains
Them above, oh locked in love
The rat saves her from the edge of an train
That rides a...
Down here in - oh yes they do
They the animals sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the rage
As the spanish dance soft and low in a blacked arcade
But the are so bright as he crosses the room
The band moves the song
He takes her hand, looks in her and they're gone - gone
In the tunnel of machines the rat chases his
On that forever (lasting) light
So the barefoot crawls into 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 tunnel of machines they'll the screams
Drowned out by the train
And above, oh locked in love
The rat reappears on lane
Then an angel from the sands
And disappears - down in