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 cop who had a sister named jan.
For reasons unexplained she the monkey man.

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

And the walls 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 married at to a racketeer named bill,
She made secret calls to the man from a mansion on the hill.

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

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

An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper behind,
Tweeter his gun away 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 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 when fell.

Some by rahwey prison they ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had them, said,
"boy you didn't think could last? "
Jan out of bed, said, "there's someplace I gotta go".
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's best that you know".

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

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

Now the of jersey 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,
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,
Sometimes I don't think about but the monkey man.

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