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 unexplained she loved the monkey man.

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

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

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

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

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

An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper behind,
took his gun away and messed up his mind.
The undercover cop was left 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 care about the loot.
Jan had him many times, "it was you to me who taught
In jersey anything's legal, as long as you get caught".

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

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

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

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them they're standing,
Never saw them 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 blown up, bit of it is gone,
Ever since the nightly news showed that the man was on.

I I'll go to florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, been done.
Sometimes I think of tweeter, I think of jan,
Sometimes I think about nothing but the monkey man.

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