Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

Tweeter was a boy scout 'fore she to vietnam,
And found out the hard way, gives a damn.
knew that they found freedom just across the jersey line,
So they hopped into a stolen car, highway 99.

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

The cop never liked the monkey man,
Even back in childhood he to see him in the can.
Jan got at fourteen to a racketeer named bill,
She made secret calls to the monkey man a mansion on the hill.

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

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

An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and up his mind.
The undercover cop was tied up to a tree,
Near the stand, by the old abandoned factory.

Next day the cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the whole thing personal, he care about 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,
Never saw them they fell.

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

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

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

Now the town of jersey city is quieting again,
I'm sitting in a gambling 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 I'll go to florida and get myself some sun,
There no more opportunity here, everything's been done.
Sometimes I think of tweeter, I think of jan,
I don't think about nothing but the monkey man.

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