Luyện nghe bài hát Jungeland

(early version)

Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last
And the magic rat his sleek machine across the jersey state line
girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old dodge
In the soft rain
Rat rolls up his pants, together make a stab at romance
And move flamingo lane

now the maximum lawmen they run down the flamingo chasing the rat
And the barefoot
But the they live like shadows in empty doorways
(but they live like in the vacant doorways)
Always silent, holding
The rat her close (the rat pulls mary close)
And from the churches to the jails there is silence in the
(all is in the world)
For they'd take their chance
Down here in

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

Well the they let their faces show and rips this holy night
The streets with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines
Boys flash guitars like 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
here in jungleland

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

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

Oh beneath the their hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave
Oh as the young (jungle) stand by fire angels fallen in the city
In the tunnels of machines hear the screams
Drowned out by the trains
Them rats above, oh in love
The rat saves her from the edge of an train
That angel a...
here in jungleland - oh yes they do
They hear the sing - oh oh oh

Alternative

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

Beneath the their hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and...
Oh until the girls cry silent angels in port authority halls
In the of machines they'll hear the screams
Drowned out by the roarin'
And layers above, oh in love
The rat reappears on lane
Then an angel rises from the
And disappears - in jungleland