Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man 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.

was a boy scout 'fore she went to vietnam,
And found out the way, nobody gives a damn.
They knew that they freedom just 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,
Never saw them when 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 into paradise, they hear them tires squeal.
The cop pulled up and said "everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't surrender now gonna go down to the wire."

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

An ambulance up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter took his gun 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 the whole thing personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had him many times, "it was you to me who taught
In anything's 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 when fell.

Some place by rahwey they ran out of gas,
The cop had cornered them, said,
"boy you didn't think this could "
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "there's someplace I 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 river bridge, 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 when they're standing,
Never saw them they fell.

Now the town of city is quieting down 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 that the monkey man was on.

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

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