Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car burned out around 3. The blue beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows the street
the window into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle I left on a
surfing 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
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 or fireflies trapped in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, young jungle,
in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you never
to a kickin.
When mates in to save your skin if a chib is ever
out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes again,
here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own plastic worlds, high
the children who stuff ping 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. Outside ring of light
he'll claim his prize, she'll lovebites just to
to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over.
ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.
I crept along the edges of the parade, staying to the
shadows where the dogs slept uneasily on chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing until 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 of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I that we were destined
to leave this place together. We didn't to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the thing
me sane. But for now I could only watch and
wait for this was an I dare not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the and wounded
to stagger into territory so they could exercise
some violence and feed starving reputations.
No climbdown in standoff with the world.
They already know that can never win the war
but in this battle they're do some damage.
The will follow the stragglers into the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me it ends (rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she comes round
Here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.