Tác giả : Bruce Springsteen
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
(early version) 
 
Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last night 
And the magic rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey state line 
Barefoot girl sits drinking warm beer on the hood of an old dodge 
In the soft summer rain 
Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at romance 
And move down flamingo lane 
 
Well now the maximum lawmen they run down the flamingo chasing the rat 
And the barefoot girl 
But the kids they live like shadows in empty doorways 
(but they live like shadows in the vacant doorways) 
Always silent, holding hands 
The rat pulls her close (the rat pulls mary close) 
And from the churches to the jails there is silence in the world 
(all is silent in the world) 
For tonight they'd take their chance 
Down here in jungleland 
 
Well ther's a crazy kind of light tonight 
Brighter than the one that sparkles for prophets 
Brighter than the giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light 
There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being fought outside 
The 
Alley 
Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night 
The streets alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines 
Boys flash guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans 
Then the hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands 
They face off against each other when they meet 
Down here in jungleland 
 
The streets's on fire in a classic death waltz 
Between the masters of flesh and fantasy 
The poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand and and let 
It all be 
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment to make an honest 
Stand 
But they wind up wounded, not rightly dead, down here in jungleland - yes 
They do 
 
Oh beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines tired and brave 
Oh as the young (jungle) girls stand by fire angels fallen in the city 
In the tunnels of machines they'll hear the screams 
Drowned out by the roarin' trains 
Them rats above, oh locked in love 
The rat saves her from the edge of an on-coming train 
That angel rides a... 
Down here in jungleland - oh yes they do 
They hear the animals sing - oh oh oh 
 
Alternative verses: 
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In the parking lots the visionairies are dressed in the latest rage 
As the spanish angels dance soft and low in a blacked arcade 
But the lights are so bright as he crosses the room 
The band moves into the song 
He takes her hand, looks in her eyes and they're gone - gone 
In the tunnel of machines the rat chases his dreams 
On that forever (lasting) burning light 
So the barefoot girl crawls into bed, shakes her head 
And with a kiss and a sigh she shuts out all the light 
 
Beneath the city their hearts beat, soul cool engines silent and... 
Oh until the girls cry like silent angels in port authority halls 
In the tunnel of machines they'll hear the screams 
Drowned out by the roarin' train 
And layers above, oh locked in love 
The rat reappears on flamingo lane 
Then an angel rises from the sands 
And disappears - down in jungleland