Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car burned out around 3. The blue beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the
the window into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids the vehicle before I left on a
nightly run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints,
knew it was them. They didn't give a shit. They
to see the flames, to throw a bit of light on a
situation. I looked up the hill at the of the estate.
The glowed like campfires of an army on the
eve of battle or fireflies trapped in the
of an jungle.
Jungle, young jungle,
in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and lie and you never have
to a kickin.
When mates in to save your skin if a chib is ever
out in a square go.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, she comes round again,
here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare at clouds
of goldfish madly circling own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff pong balls like pills
in the of slowly rotating heads.
Intentions as the arrow's flight wins a cuddly toy
to while an evening. Outside this ring of light
he'll his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all been there.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it ends.
Oh here she comes again, here she comes round again,
here she round again, here she comes, here she comes.
I crept along the of the parade, staying glued to the
where the dogs slept uneasily on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing until I came across
a in the centre of which was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an in a chariot, her hair
trailing her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew that we were
to leave this place together. We didn't to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only
keeping me sane. But for now I could watch and
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded
to stagger into their so they could exercise
some violence and feed starving reputations.
No in this standoff with the world.
already know that they can never win the war
but in this battle gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the into the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, me when it ends (rpt)
she comes round again, here she comes round again
Here she round again, here she comes, here she comes.