Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out 3. The blue beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows the street
turning the into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the torch the vehicle before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a cybersex in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints,
it was them. They didn't give a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of on a
situation. I looked up the at the spread of the estate.
The glowed like campfires of an army on the
eve of battle or fireflies 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 your if a chib is ever
pulled out in a go.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle 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.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling own silent plastic worlds, high
the children who stuff ping pong balls like pills
in the of slowly rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight wins a toy
to away an evening. Outside this ring of light
claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all he's there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes again,
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.
I crept along the of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the dogs uneasily on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the and the pulsing light until I came across
a clearing in the centre of was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her
trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. And I
that she was mine. I knew that we destined
to leave this place together. We didn't to this
and the knowledge of escape was the only thing
keeping me sane. But for now I only watch and
for this was an arena I dare not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
to stagger into their territory so they exercise
some violence and their starving reputations.
No in this standoff with the world.
They already know that can never win the war
but in battle they're gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the into the dawn.
mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, me when it ends (rpt)
Here she round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.