Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The blue
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 getting rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They didn't a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to a bit of light on a
situation. I looked up the hill at the 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 don't cry and husbands lie and you never
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to your skin if a chib is ever
pulled out in a go.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, 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 rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight wins a toy
to while an evening. Outside this ring of light
he'll his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all he's there.
ride, jungle 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, here she comes, she comes.
I crept the edges of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the dogs slept on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the and the pulsing light until I came across
a clearing in the of which was the attraction.
And I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hair
behind her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I that we were destined
to leave this place together. We didn't belong to
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 the animals had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
to stagger into their territory so they exercise
some violence and feed starving reputations.
No climbdown in this with the world.
already know that they can never win the war
but in battle they're gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers the dawn.
mental jungle.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, ride, tell me when it ends (rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she comes again
Here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.