Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man hard up for cash,
They stayed up all selling cocaine and hash,
To an undercover cop who had a sister jan.
For unexplained she loved the monkey man.

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

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

The undercover cop never liked the man,
Even in childhood he wanted to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer bill,
She made secret calls to the monkey man 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 surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I I'll go to florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more 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 walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when standing,
Never saw them when fell.