Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last
And the rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line
Barefoot girl, on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in soft summer
The rat pulls into town, up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and
Flamingo lane

Well, the maximum run down Flamingo
Chasing the rat and the barefoot
The round here look just like shadows
Always quiet, holding
From the to the jails
Tonight all is in the world
As we take our
Down in jungle

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

The street's alive as secret debts are
Contacts made, they unseen
Kids flash just like switch blades
Hustling for the record

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

In the lot, the visionaries
Dressed in the rage
Inside the girls are dancing
To the records that the D.J.
Lonely hearted 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 bedroom locked, in whispers of soft
And then, surrender in the tunnels
The rat's own dream guns him
As shots echo them hallways in the night
No one watches when the 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 the poets down here, don't 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 an honest stand
But wind up wounded, not even dead
in jungle land