Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the
turning the into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the torch the vehicle before I left on a
nightly run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It wasn't as if were getting rid of prints, everyone
it was them. They didn't give a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to a bit of light on a
situation. I up the hill at the spread of the estate.
The streetlights glowed campfires of an army on the
eve of or fireflies trapped in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, young jungle,
Here in the jungle, in the
Where men don't cry and lie and you never have
to a kickin.
When jump in to save your skin if a chib is ever
out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.
The glazed of porcelain clowns stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff ping balls like pills
in the mouths of rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight wins a toy
to while away an evening. this ring of light
claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all he's there.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she comes again, here she comes round again,
here she round again, here she comes, here she comes.
I crept the edges of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the dogs slept uneasily on their
the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing until I came across
a clearing in the of which was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an in a chariot, her hair
behind her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew we were destined
to leave this place together. We didn't belong to
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only
keeping me sane. But for now I only watch and
for this was an arena I dare not enter.
On the rim of the the animals had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and
to stagger their territory so they could exercise
some and feed their starving reputations.
No climbdown in standoff with the world.
They already know they can never win the war
but in this battle they're do some damage.
The pack will follow the into the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it (rpt)
Here she round again, here she comes round again
Here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.