Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

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

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

The undercover cop liked the monkey man,
Even back in childhood he to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a named 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 paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop pulled up and "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.
saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them they fell.

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

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

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

Some place by rahwey prison ran out of gas,
The cop had cornered them, said,
"boy you think this could last? "
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "there's someplace I go".
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's best that you know".

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

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

Now the town of jersey city is quieting 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 showed the monkey man was on.

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

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