Luyện nghe bài hát The Jungle Line

Rousseau walks on paths
Safaris to the heart of all jazz
I bars and girders, through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits of the nights

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

In a low-cut blouse she brings the
Rousseau a jungle flower behind her ear
Those cannibals of shuck and
They'll eat a working girl like her

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

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

Pretty women through valves and smoke
Coy and bitchy, and fine
And charging elephants and slaving boats
Charging, down the jungle line

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

And metal and ivory birds
Go steaming up to Rousseau's
They go steaming up to Bridge
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the line