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 torch the vehicle I left on a
nightly run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they getting rid of prints, everyone
it was them. They didn't give a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to a bit of light 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 trapped in the
of an jungle.
Jungle, mental jungle,
in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you never
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save skin if a chib is ever
pulled out in a go.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she round again,
here she round again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of clowns stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own silent worlds, high
above the who stuff ping pong balls like pills
in the mouths of rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's wins a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside this ring of
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites to
to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she comes again, here she comes round again,
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.
I crept along the edges of the parade, staying to the
shadows the dogs slept uneasily on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing light until I across
a clearing in the of which was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an in a chariot, her hair
trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. And I
she was mine. I knew that we were destined
to leave this 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
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the the animals had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
to stagger into territory so they could exercise
violence and feed their starving reputations.
No in this standoff with the world.
They know that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're gonna do damage.
The pack follow the stragglers 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 comes round again, she comes round again
Here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.