Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The blue
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the
turning the window 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 as if they were 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 up the hill at the spread of the estate.
The glowed like campfires of an army on the
eve of or fireflies trapped in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, young jungle,
Here in the jungle, in the
Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you have
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save skin if a chib is ever
out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, she comes round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.
The glazed eyes of clowns stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish circling their own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff ping pong balls like
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 lovebites just to
to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh she comes round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.
I along the edges of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the 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 I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hair
trailing behind her the tail 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 thing
keeping me sane. But for now I only watch 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 their territory so they could exercise
some violence and their starving reputations.
No in this standoff with the world.
They already know that can never win the war
but in this battle they're do some damage.
The pack will follow the into the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, me when it ends (rpt)
she comes round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.