Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The blue
of a patrol car threw new shadows into the street
turning the window into a monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the before I left on a
nightly run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They give 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 streetlights glowed like campfires of an on the
eve of or fireflies trapped in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, mental jungle,
in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and lie and you never have
to a kickin.
When jump in to save your skin if a chib is ever
pulled out in a go.
ride, jungle ride tell me when 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, here she comes, she comes.
The glazed of porcelain clowns stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly their own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff ping pong balls pills
in the of slowly rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight a cuddly toy
to away an evening. Outside this ring of light
he'll claim his prize, sport lovebites just to
to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes again, here she comes round again,
here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.
I crept along the of the parade, staying glued to the
where the dogs slept uneasily on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing light until I came
a clearing in the centre of was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her
trailing behind her the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew that we destined
to leave this place together. We belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the thing
keeping me sane. But for now I could only and
for this was an arena I dare not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
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 gonna do some damage.
The pack follow the stragglers into the dawn.
mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, me when it ends (rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she round again
Here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.