Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man 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 'fore she went to vietnam,
And found out the way, nobody gives a damn.
knew that they found freedom just across the jersey line,
So they hopped into a car, took highway 99.

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

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

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

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

An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and 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 personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "it was you to me who
In anything's legal, as long as you don't get caught".

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

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

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

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

Now the town of jersey city is down again,
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the 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, been done.
Sometimes I of tweeter, sometimes 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.