Luyện nghe bài hát The Jungle Line

Rousseau walks on trumpet
Safaris to the of all that jazz
Through I and girders, through wires and pipes
The mathematic of the modern nights

Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel
Through the class on park and the on vine
Through Europe and the deep, deep of Dixie blue
Through savage progress cuts the jungle

In a blouse she brings the beer
paints a jungle flower behind her ear
Those cannibals of and jive
They'll eat a working girl her alive

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

The line, the jungle line
Screaming in a of sound and time
Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned
And drooling for a of something smuggled in

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

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

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