Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The beacon
of a silent car threw new shadows into the street
turning the window a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints,
knew it was them. They didn't give a shit. just
wanted to see the flames, to a bit of light on a
situation. I up the hill at the spread of the estate.
The streetlights glowed campfires of an army 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 have
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a is ever
out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over.
ride, jungle ride tell 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 stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly their own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff ping pong balls like
in the mouths of slowly heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight a cuddly toy
to away an evening. Outside this ring of light
claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all he's there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride 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, 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 light until I came
a clearing in the of which was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her
trailing behind her like the of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew we were destined
to leave place together. We didn't belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only
me sane. But for now I could only watch and
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole on the weak and wounded
to into their territory so they could exercise
some violence and their starving reputations.
No climbdown in standoff with the world.
They already that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're gonna do damage.
The will follow the stragglers into the dawn.
mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over
ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends (rpt)
Here she comes again, here she comes round again
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.