Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

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

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

The undercover cop never liked the man,
Even back in childhood he to see him in the can.
Jan got at fourteen to a racketeer named bill,
She made secret calls to the man from a mansion on the hill.

It was out on thunder road, at the wheel,
crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop pulled up and "everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't now it's gonna go down to the wire."

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

An rolled up, a state-trooper close behind,
took his gun away and messed up his mind.
The cop was left 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 him many times, "it was you to me who taught
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,
Never saw them they fell.

Some place by rahwey prison ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had them, said,
"boy you think 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 that you don't know".

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

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

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

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

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