Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car burned out around 3. The blue beacon
of a silent car threw new shadows into the street
turning the window into a flickering screen.
I'd seen the torch the vehicle before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they getting rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They 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 streetlights glowed like campfires of an on the
eve of battle or fireflies in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, mental jungle,
in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and lie and you never have
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is
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 round again, she comes round again,
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.
The eyes of porcelain clowns stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own silent plastic worlds,
above the children who stuff ping pong balls pills
in the mouths of slowly heads.
Intentions as the arrow's flight wins a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside ring of light
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites to
prove to all he's there.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it ends.
Oh here she round 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
shadows where the dogs slept uneasily on chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing light 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 the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I that we were destined
to leave place together. We didn't belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only
keeping me sane. But for now I could only and
for this was an arena I dare not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole on the weak and wounded
to stagger into their so they could exercise
violence and feed their starving reputations.
No climbdown in standoff with the world.
They know that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're do some damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over
Jungle ride, ride, tell me when it ends (rpt)
Here she round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.