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 undercover cop who had a sister jan.
For unexplained she loved the monkey man.

Tweeter was a boy scout 'fore she to vietnam,
And out the hard way, nobody gives a damn.
They knew that found freedom just across the jersey line,
So they 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 cop never liked the monkey man,
Even back in childhood he to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer 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 into paradise, they hear them tires squeal.
The cop pulled up and said "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.
Never saw when they're standing,
saw them when they fell.

An ambulance rolled up, a close behind,
Tweeter took his gun and messed up his mind.
The undercover cop was 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 told him many times, "it was you to me who
In jersey legal, as long as you don't get caught".

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

Some place by prison they 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 the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's best that you don't know".

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

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

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

I guess I'll go to and get myself some sun,
There no more opportunity 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.
saw them when they're standing,
Never saw when they fell.