Luyện nghe bài hát The Jungle Line

Rousseau walks on paths
Safaris to the of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders, through and pipes
The circuits of the modern nights

Through huts, through Harlem, jails and gospel pews
Through the class on park and the trash on
Through Europe and the deep, deep heart of Dixie
Through savage progress cuts the line

In a low-cut blouse she the beer
Rousseau paints a jungle flower her ear
cannibals of shuck and jive
They'll eat a working girl her alive

With his hard-edged eye and his hand
He the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
And he a moon above a five-piece band
He hangs it up above the jungle

The jungle line, the jungle
Screaming in a ritual of and time
Floating, on the air-conditioned wind
And drooling for a taste of smuggled in

women funneled through valves and smoke
Coy and bitchy, wild and
And charging elephants and chanting slaving
Charging, chanting down the jungle

There's a poppy on a soldier's tomb
a poppy snake in a dressing room
Poppy poison, poppy
It away on brass like mouthpiece spit

And metal skin and birds
Go steaming up to vines
They go steaming up to Bridge
Steaming, steaming, up the jungle line