Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, Jersey state line
girl, sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in soft rain
The rat pulls into town, up his pants
Together they take a stab at and disappear
Down lane

Well, the maximum lawman run down
Chasing the rat and the girl
The kids here look just like shadows
Always quiet, holding
From the to the jails
all is silence in the world
As we our stand
in jungle land

The gang's assembled
And a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that Exxon sign
That brings 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, rips holy night

The street's alive as debts are paid
Contacts made, vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars like switch blades
for the record machine

The hungry and the
into rock 'n' roll bands
Their faced off each other out in the street
Down in land

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

the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a so tender
In a bedroom locked, in whispers of refusal
And then, in the tunnels uptown
The rat's own dream him down
As shots echo them hallways in the night
No one when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the light

Outside the street's on fire, in a real waltz
Between what's and what's fantasy
And then the poets down here, write nothing at all
They just back and let it all be

And in the quick of the
They for their moment
And try to make an stand
But they up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in land