Luyện nghe bài hát Jungle Ride

The car finally burned out around 3. The blue
of a silent car threw new shadows into the street
turning the into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd the kids torch the vehicle before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a site in Chile.
It as if they were getting rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They give a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of on a
situation. I up the hill at the spread of the estate.
The glowed like campfires of an army on the
eve of battle or trapped in the canopy
of an jungle.
Jungle, mental jungle,
Here in the jungle, in the
Where men don't cry and lie and you never have
to a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is
out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it ends.
Oh here she comes again, here she comes round again,
here she comes again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of clowns stare skywards at clouds
of madly circling their own silent 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
he'll claim his prize, sport lovebites just to
prove to all been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, she comes round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, she comes.
I crept along the edges of the parade, staying to the
shadows where the dogs slept on their chains
the caravans.
I followed the and the pulsing light until I came across
a clearing in the centre of was the attraction.
And I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hair
trailing her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew that we were
to leave this together. We didn't belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of was the only thing
keeping me sane. But for now I could only and
wait for this was an arena I not enter.
On the rim of the machine the had gathered.
Big at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded
to stagger into territory so they could exercise
some violence and feed starving reputations.
No climbdown in this standoff the world.
already know that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're gonna do damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers the dawn.
Young jungle.
Jungle ride, ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it (rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she comes round
she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.