Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

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

And the walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw when they're standing,
saw them when they 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 calls to the man from a mansion on the hill.

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

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

An ambulance up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter 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 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 walls down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them they're standing,
Never saw them they fell.

place by rahwey prison they ran out of gas,
The cop had cornered them, said,
"boy you didn't think this last? "
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "there's 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, using as a shield.
Jan said to the man, "i'm not fooled by tweeter's curl,
I knew him long 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 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 news that the monkey man was on.

I guess I'll go to florida and get some sun,
ain't no more 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 when they're standing,
saw them when they fell.