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 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, nobody a damn.
They knew that they found just across the jersey line,
So they into a stolen car, took highway 99.

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

The undercover cop never the monkey man,
Even in childhood he wanted to see him in the can.
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer 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 hear 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 rolled up, a state-trooper behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and 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 care about the loot.
Jan had told him many times, "it was you to me who
In jersey anything's legal, as long as you get caught".

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

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

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

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

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

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