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 unexplained she loved the man.

Tweeter was a boy 'fore she went to vietnam,
And found out the hard way, nobody 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,
Never saw them they fell.

The undercover cop liked the monkey man,
Even back in 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 from a on the hill.

It was out on road, tweeter at the wheel,
crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The cop pulled up and said "everyone of you's 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 when they're standing,
Never saw them they fell.

An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper behind,
Tweeter took his gun and messed up his mind.
The undercover cop was tied 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 thing personal, he care about the loot.
Jan had told him times, "it was you to me who taught
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 prison they 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 someplace I go".
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's that you don't know".

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

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

Now the of jersey city is quieting down again,
I'm sitting in a club 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,
ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been 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 when they're standing,
Never saw them they fell.