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 the vehicle before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a cybersex in Chile.
It wasn't as if were getting rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. didn't give a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of on a
situation. I up the hill 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, 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 tell me when it's over.
ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she round again, here she comes round again,
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare at clouds
of goldfish circling their own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who ping pong balls like pills
in the mouths of rotating heads.
true as the arrow's flight wins a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. this ring of light
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites to
prove to all he's there.
ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, ride tell 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 crept along the edges of the parade, staying to the
shadows where the dogs uneasily 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 then I saw her, an in a chariot, her hair
trailing her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew we were destined
to this place together. We didn't belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of 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 machine the had gathered.
Big at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded
to stagger into their territory so they exercise
some violence and their starving reputations.
No climbdown in standoff with the world.
already know that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're gonna do damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle tell 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 again, here she comes, here she comes.