Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

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