Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn't 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 came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them they're standing,
Never saw when they fell.

Some place by rahwey they ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had them, said,
"boy you think this 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 undercover cop was found face in a field,
The monkey man was on the river bridge, using as a shield.
Jan said to the monkey man, "i'm not fooled by curl,
I him long before he became a jersey girl."

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
saw them when they're 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 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 no more opportunity here, everything's been done.
Sometimes I think of tweeter, sometimes I of jan,
Sometimes I think about nothing but the monkey man.

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