Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The rangers had a in Harlem, late last night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey line
Barefoot girl, sitting on the of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in soft summer
The rat pulls town, rolls up his pants
Together take a stab at romance and disappear
Down lane

Well, the lawman run down Flamingo
Chasing the rat and the girl
The kids here look just like shadows
Always quiet, holding
From the churches to the
all is silence in the world
As we take our
Down in land

The gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the
They'll meet that giant Exxon sign
brings this fair city light
Man, there's an opera out on the
There's a being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry top, this holy night

The street's alive as secret debts are
Contacts made, vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like blades
Hustling for the record

The and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' bands
Their off against each other out in the street
Down in land

In the lot, the visionaries
Dressed in the latest
Inside the backstreet are dancing
To the that the D.J. plays
Lonely hearted lovers struggle in dark
as the night moves on
And just one and a whisper, they're gone

Beneath the city, two beat
engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked, in whispers of soft
And then, surrender in the tunnels
The rat's own dream him down
As shots echo down them in the night
No one watches when the ambulance away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom

Outside the on fire, in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy
And then the poets here, don't write nothing at all
They just stand and let it all be

And in the of the night
reach for their moment
And try to an honest stand
But they up wounded, not even dead
in jungle land