Luyện nghe bài hát Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late night
And the magic rat his sleek machine, over Jersey state line
Barefoot girl, sitting on the hood of a
warm beer in soft summer rain
The rat into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and
Flamingo lane

Well, the maximum lawman run Flamingo
Chasing the rat and the barefoot
The kids round look just like shadows
Always quiet, hands
the churches to the jails
Tonight all is in the world
As we take our
Down in land

The midnight assembled
And a rendezvous for the night
They'll 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair light
Man, there's an out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry top, this holy night

The street's alive as secret are paid
Contacts made, they vanished
Kids flash guitars just switch blades
Hustling for the record

The and the hunted
into rock 'n' roll bands
Their off against each other out in the street
Down in land

In the lot, the visionaries
in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet are dancing
To the that the D.J. plays
Lonely hearted lovers in dark corners
as the night moves on
And just one and a whisper, they're gone

Beneath the city, two beat
engines running through a night so tender
In a locked, in whispers of soft refusal
And then, surrender in the uptown
The rat's own dream him down
As shots echo down hallways in the night
No one when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom

the street's on fire, in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy
And then the poets down here, write nothing at all
They just back and let it all be

And in the quick of the
They reach for moment
And try to make an stand
But they wind up wounded, not dead
Tonight in jungle