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

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

The undercover cop never the monkey man,
Even back in childhood he 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 road, tweeter at the wheel,
They crashed paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop up and said "everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't surrender now gonna go down to the wire."

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

An rolled up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter his gun away and messed up his mind.
The undercover cop was left 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 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 when they fell.

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

The cop was found face down in a field,
The monkey man was on the bridge, using tweeter 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.
saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when fell.

Now the town of jersey city is quieting again,
I'm in a gambling club called the lion's 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 I'll go to florida and get myself sun,
There ain't no opportunity here, everything's been done.
I think of tweeter, sometimes I think of jan,
Sometimes I don't about nothing but the monkey man.

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