Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over state line
Barefoot girl, sitting on the of a Dodge
Drinking warm in soft summer rain
The rat pulls into town, rolls up his
Together they take a at romance and disappear
Flamingo lane

Well, the lawman run down Flamingo
the rat and the barefoot girl
The kids round look just like shadows
Always quiet, hands
the churches to the jails
Tonight all is in the world
As we take our
Down in land

The midnight gang's
And picked a for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant sign
That brings this fair light
Man, there's an opera out on the
There's a ballet being out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry top, rips this holy

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

The hungry and the
Explode into rock 'n' roll
Their faced off against each out in the street
Down in jungle

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

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

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

And in the quick of the
They for their moment
And try to an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not dead
in jungle land