Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

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

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

The cop never liked the monkey man,
Even back in childhood he 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 crashed into paradise, could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop up and said "everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't surrender now it's go down to the wire."

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

An ambulance up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter his gun away and messed up his mind.
The undercover cop was tied up to a tree,
Near the souvenir stand, by the old factory.

day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the thing personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "it was you to me who
In anything's legal, as long as you don't get caught".

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

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

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

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

Now the town of jersey city is down again,
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the den.
The tv set was up, every bit of it is gone,
Ever since the nightly news that the monkey man was on.

I guess go to florida and get myself some sun,
ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done.
Sometimes I of tweeter, sometimes I think of jan,
I don't think about nothing but the monkey man.

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