Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey line
girl, sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in soft summer
The rat into town, rolls up his pants
Together they a stab at romance and disappear
Down Flamingo

Well, the maximum run down Flamingo
Chasing the rat and the girl
The kids round here look just like
Always quiet, holding
the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the
As we our stand
Down in jungle

The gang's assembled
And picked a for the night
They'll meet that giant Exxon sign
That brings this city light
Man, there's an out on the turnpike
There's a being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry top, rips this holy

The street's alive as debts are paid
made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch
for the record machine

The hungry and the
Explode into rock 'n' roll
Their off against each other out in the street
Down in land

In the lot, the visionaries
in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are
To the records the D.J. plays
Lonely lovers struggle in dark corners
as the night moves on
And one look and a whisper, they're gone

Beneath the city, two beat
engines running through a night so tender
In a locked, in whispers of soft refusal
And then, in the tunnels uptown
The rat's own guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the
No one watches the ambulance pulls away
Or as the shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the on fire, in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and fantasy
And then the poets down here, write nothing at all
just stand back and let it all be

And in the of the night
They reach for their
And try to make an honest
But they wind up wounded, not dead
Tonight in jungle