Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

Tweeter and the monkey man were 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 way, nobody gives a damn.
They knew 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 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 at fourteen to a racketeer named bill,
She made secret to the monkey man from a mansion on the hill.

It was out on thunder road, 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 surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire."

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

An ambulance up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and up his mind.
The undercover cop was 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 thing personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "it was you to me who
In jersey anything's legal, as as you don't get caught".

And the came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them they're standing,
saw them 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 someplace I go".
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's best you don't know".

The undercover cop was found 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 by tweeter's curl,
I knew him long he became a jersey 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 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 showed that the 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, I think of jan,
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the man.

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