Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

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

Well, the maximum run down Flamingo
the rat and the barefoot girl
The kids round here look like shadows
Always quiet, hands
From the churches to the
Tonight all is silence in the
As we our stand
Down in land

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

The street's alive as secret debts are
Contacts made, they vanished
Kids guitars just like switch blades
Hustling for the machine

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

In the lot, the visionaries
Dressed in the latest
the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the D.J.
hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the moves on
And one look and a whisper, they're gone

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

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

And in the quick of the
They reach for moment
And try to make an honest
But they wind up wounded, not dead
Tonight in land