Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

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

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

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

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

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

In the parking lot, the
Dressed in the rage
the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records the D.J. plays
Lonely hearted lovers struggle in corners
as the night moves on
And just one look and a whisper, gone

the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines through a night so tender
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 hallways in the
No one watches when the pulls away
Or as the shuts out the bedroom light

the street's on fire, in a real death 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 of the night
They reach for their
And try to make an stand
But wind up wounded, not even dead
in jungle land