Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car burned out around 3. The blue beacon
of a patrol car threw new shadows into the street
turning the window a flickering monitor screen.
I'd the kids torch the vehicle before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints,
it was them. They didn't give a shit. They 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 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 cry and husbands lie and you never have
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a is ever
pulled out in a go.
Jungle ride, jungle 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 again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own silent plastic worlds,
above the who stuff ping pong balls like pills
in the mouths of slowly heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside ring of light
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport just to
prove to all been there.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it ends.
Oh she comes round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes round again, she comes, here she comes.
I crept the edges of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the dogs slept 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 in a chariot, her hair
behind her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I that we were destined
to leave this place together. We didn't to this
carnage and the knowledge of was the only thing
keeping me sane. But for now I could watch and
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the the animals had gathered.
Big at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded
to stagger their territory so they could exercise
violence and feed their starving reputations.
No in this standoff with the world.
already know that they can never win the war
but in battle they're gonna do some damage.
The will follow the stragglers into the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me it ends (rpt)
Here she round again, here she comes round again
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.