Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the man were hard up for cash,
They stayed up all night cocaine and hash,
To an undercover cop who had a sister jan.
For reasons she loved the monkey man.

Tweeter was a boy 'fore she went to vietnam,
And out the hard way, nobody gives a damn.
They knew that found freedom just across the jersey line,
So hopped into a stolen car, took highway 99.

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when standing,
Never saw when they fell.

The undercover cop never the monkey man,
back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer bill,
She made calls to the monkey man from a mansion on the hill.

It was out on road, tweeter at the wheel,
They crashed paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop pulled up and said "everyone of a liar,
If you don't surrender now gonna go down to the wire."

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw when they're standing,
Never saw when they fell.

An rolled up, a state-trooper close behind,
took his gun away and messed up his mind.
The cop was left tied up to a tree,
the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factory.

Next day the cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn't care the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "it was you to me who
In jersey legal, as long as you don't get caught".

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them they're standing,
saw them when they fell.

Some place by rahwey prison ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had them, said,
"boy you didn't think this last? "
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "there's someplace I go".
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's that you don't know".

The undercover cop was found down in a field,
The monkey man was on the river bridge, tweeter as a shield.
Jan said to the man, "i'm not fooled by tweeter's curl,
I knew him long before he became a girl."

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them they fell.

Now the town of jersey city is quieting again,
I'm sitting in a club called the lion's den.
The tv set was up, every bit of it is gone,
Ever since the nightly showed that the monkey man was on.

I guess go to florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more here, everything's been done.
I think of tweeter, sometimes I think of jan,
Sometimes I don't think nothing but the monkey man.

And the came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when standing,
Never saw them they fell.