Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man hard up for cash,
They stayed up all selling cocaine and hash,
To an undercover cop who had a named 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 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 them they're standing,
saw them when they fell.

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

It was out on thunder road, at the wheel,
They crashed paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop pulled up and "everyone of you's 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 them they fell.

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

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

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

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

The cop was found face down in a field,
The man was on the river bridge, using tweeter 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 came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when standing,
saw them when 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 up, every bit of it is gone,
Ever the nightly news showed that the monkey man was on.

I guess I'll go to and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's done.
Sometimes I think of tweeter, sometimes I of jan,
Sometimes I don't think about but the monkey man.

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