Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out 3. The blue beacon
of a silent patrol car new shadows into the street
the window into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I on a
nightly surfing run to a cybersex in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They didn't a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of on a
situation. I looked up the hill at the of the estate.
The streetlights glowed like 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 jump in to save your skin 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 round again, here she comes round again,
here she round again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns skywards at clouds
of madly circling their own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff pong balls like pills
in the mouths of slowly heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight wins a toy
to while away an evening. this ring of light
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport just to
to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.
I along the edges of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the dogs uneasily on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing until I came across
a clearing in the centre of was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an in a chariot, her hair
trailing behind her like the of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew we were destined
to leave this place together. We belong to this
and the knowledge of escape was the only thing
keeping me sane. But for now I only watch and
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the the animals had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole on the weak and wounded
to stagger into their territory so could exercise
some violence and their starving reputations.
No climbdown in this standoff the world.
They know that they can never win the war
but in this they're gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the into the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over
Jungle ride, ride, tell me when it ends (rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.