Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man were up for cash,
They stayed up all selling cocaine and hash,
To an undercover cop who had a named jan.
For reasons unexplained she the monkey man.

was a boy scout 'fore she went to vietnam,
And out the hard way, nobody gives a damn.
knew that they found freedom just across the jersey line,
So hopped into a stolen car, took highway 99.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the town of jersey city is down again,
I'm sitting in a club 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 I'll go to florida and get myself sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's done.
Sometimes I think of tweeter, I think 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,
saw them when they fell.