Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last
And the magic rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey line
Barefoot girl sits warm beer on the hood of an old dodge
In the soft summer
Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at
And down flamingo lane

Well now the maximum lawmen they run down the chasing the rat
And the barefoot
But the kids they live like shadows in doorways
(but they live like in the vacant doorways)
silent, holding hands
The rat pulls her close (the rat mary close)
And from the churches to the there is silence in the world
(all is in the world)
For tonight they'd take their
Down in jungleland

Well a crazy kind of light tonight
Brighter the one that sparkles for prophets
Brighter than the giant exxon sign that brings this fair city
an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being fought outside
The

Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this night
The streets alive with tough-kid in nova-light machines
flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans
Then the and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands
They face off against each other when they
Down here in

The streets's on in a classic death waltz
Between the masters of and fantasy
The poets down here don't write at all, they just stand and and let
It all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment to make an

But they wind up wounded, not rightly dead, down in jungleland - yes
do

Oh the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave
Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the
In the tunnels of they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
Them rats above, oh in love
The rat saves her from the edge of an on-coming
angel rides a...
Down here in jungleland - oh yes do
They hear the animals - oh oh oh

Alternative

In the parking lots the are dressed in the latest rage
As the spanish angels dance and low in a blacked arcade
But the are so bright as he crosses the room
The band moves into the
He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and they're - gone
In the tunnel of the rat chases his dreams
On that (lasting) burning light
So the barefoot girl into bed, shakes her head
And with a kiss and a sigh she out all the light

Beneath the city hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and...
Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in authority halls
In the tunnel of machines hear the screams
Drowned out by the train
And above, oh locked in love
The rat reappears on lane
Then an rises from the sands
And disappears - in jungleland