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, sitting on the of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in 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 down
Chasing the rat and the barefoot
The round here look just like shadows
quiet, holding hands
From the to the jails
all is silence in the world
As we our stand
in jungle land

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

The alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, vanished unseen
Kids guitars just like switch blades
for the record machine

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

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

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

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

And in the quick of the
reach for their moment
And try to make an stand
But they wind up wounded, not even
Tonight in jungle