Luyện nghe bài hát The Jungle Line

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

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

In a low-cut blouse she brings the
Rousseau 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 above a five-piece band
He hangs it up above the jungle

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

Pretty women funneled through valves and
Coy and bitchy, and fine
And charging and chanting slaving boats
Charging, chanting the jungle line

There's a poppy wreath on a tomb
There's a poppy snake in a room
Poppy poison, poppy
It slithers away on brass mouthpiece spit

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