Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

was a boy scout 'fore she went to vietnam,
And out the hard way, nobody gives a damn.
They knew that they found 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 when standing,
Never saw them when fell.

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

It was out on road, tweeter 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 don't surrender now it's gonna go to the wire."

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when standing,
Never saw when 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,
the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factory.

Next day the cop was hot in pursuit,
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn't 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,
Never saw them they fell.

place by rahwey prison they ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had them, said,
"boy you didn't think this 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, tweeter as a shield.
Jan said to the monkey man, "i'm not by tweeter's curl,
I knew him long before he a jersey girl."

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

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

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

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