Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the
turning the window into a monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I on a
surfing run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It as if they were getting rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They didn't give a shit. They
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of on a
situation. I looked up the at the spread of the estate.
The glowed like campfires of an army on the
eve of battle or trapped in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, mental jungle,
Here in the jungle, in the
Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you never
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is
pulled out in a go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it ends.
Oh here she round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own silent worlds, high
above the children who ping pong balls like pills
in the of slowly rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's wins a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside ring of light
he'll his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all been there.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she round again,
here she round 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 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 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 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 cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
to stagger into their territory so they exercise
some violence and their starving reputations.
No climbdown in this standoff the world.
They already that they can never win the war
but in battle they're gonna do some damage.
The pack will the stragglers into the dawn.
mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, me when it ends (rpt)
Here she round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.