Luyện nghe bài hát Tweeter & The Monkey Man

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

Tweeter was a boy 'fore she went to vietnam,
And found out the hard way, nobody a damn.
They knew that they found freedom just the jersey line,
So they hopped into a car, took highway 99.

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

The undercover cop liked the monkey man,
Even back in he wanted 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,
crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover cop pulled up and said "everyone of a liar,
If you don't surrender now it's go down to the wire."

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

An rolled up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter took his gun and messed up his mind.
The cop was left 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 times, "it was you to me who taught
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,
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 out of bed, said, "there's someplace I gotta go".
She the gun out of the drawer, said, "it's best that you don't know".

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

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

Now the town of jersey city is quieting again,
I'm sitting in a club called the lion's den.
The tv set was blown up, bit of it is gone,
Ever since the news showed that the monkey man was on.

I guess go to florida and get myself some sun,
There no more opportunity here, everything's been done.
Sometimes I of tweeter, sometimes I think of jan,
Sometimes I think about nothing but the monkey man.

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