Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last
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 pulls into town, rolls up his
Together they take a stab at romance and
Flamingo lane

Well, the maximum run down Flamingo
Chasing the rat and the barefoot
The kids round look just like shadows
quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the
all is silence in the world
As we our stand
Down in land

The midnight assembled
And a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon
That brings this fair city
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 alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished
Kids flash guitars just like switch
Hustling for the record

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

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

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

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

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