Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

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

Well, the maximum run down Flamingo
the rat and the barefoot girl
The kids round look just like shadows
Always quiet, hands
From the to the jails
all is silence in the world
As we our stand
Down in jungle

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

The street's as secret debts are paid
made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like blades
Hustling for the machine

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

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

Beneath the city, two beat
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 echo down hallways in the night
No one when the ambulance 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 fantasy
And then the poets down here, don't nothing at all
just stand back and let it all be

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