Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

Tweeter was a boy scout 'fore she to vietnam,
And found out the hard way, gives a damn.
knew that they found freedom just across the jersey line,
So they hopped a stolen car, took highway 99.

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

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

It was out on thunder road, at the wheel,
They into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop pulled up and "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.
Never saw them they're standing,
Never saw when they fell.

An ambulance rolled up, a close behind,
took his gun away and messed up his mind.
The cop was left tied up to a tree,
Near the stand, by the old abandoned factory.

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

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

place by rahwey prison they ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had 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 down in a field,
The monkey man was on the river bridge, using 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 town of city is quieting down again,
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the den.
The tv set was blown up, bit of it is gone,
Ever the nightly news showed that the monkey man was on.

I guess go to florida and get myself some sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, been done.
I think of tweeter, sometimes 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,
Never saw them they fell.