Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out 3. The blue beacon
of a patrol car threw new shadows into the street
turning the window a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle I left on a
nightly surfing run to a site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were rid of prints, everyone
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 looked up the hill at the of the estate.
The streetlights glowed like campfires of an on the
eve of battle or fireflies trapped in the
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 in to save your skin if a chib is ever
pulled out in a go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, she comes round again,
here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling own silent plastic worlds, high
the children who stuff ping pong balls like pills
in the mouths of rotating heads.
Intentions true as the flight wins a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside this ring of
claim 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 round again, 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 uneasily on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing light I came across
a clearing in the of which was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an in a chariot, her hair
trailing behind her like the of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew that we destined
to leave place together. We didn't belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only
keeping me sane. But for now I could only and
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the and wounded
to stagger into their territory so could exercise
some violence and feed starving reputations.
No climbdown in standoff with the world.
They know that they can never win the war
but in this battle gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers the dawn.
mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me it ends (rpt)
Here she comes again, here she comes round again
Here she round again, here she comes, here she comes.