Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man were up for cash,
stayed up all night selling 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 hard way, nobody a damn.
They that they found 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 they fell.

The cop never liked the monkey man,
back in childhood he wanted 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 paradise, they could hear them tires 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 came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when standing,
Never saw them they fell.

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

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

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw 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 this 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 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 knew him long before he became a girl."

And the came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw when they're standing,
Never saw them when 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 guess go to florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more 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 them they're standing,
saw them when they fell.