| Song | Jungleland (live) |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Hammersmith Odeon, London '75 [live] |
| 作词 : Springsteen | |
| The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night | |
| And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line | |
| Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge | |
| Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain | |
| The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants | |
| Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane | |
| Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot | |
| Girl | |
| And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands | |
| From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world | |
| As we take our stand down in jungleland | |
| The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night | |
| They'll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light | |
| Man there's an opera out on the turnpike | |
| There's a ballet being fought out in the alley | |
| Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night | |
| The streets alive as secret debts are paid | |
| Contacts made, they vanished unseen | |
| Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine | |
| The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands | |
| That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland | |
| In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage | |
| Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays | |
| Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners | |
| Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone | |
| Beneath the city two hearts beat | |
| Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked | |
| In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown | |
| The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the | |
| Night | |
| No one watches when the ambulance pulls away | |
| Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light | |
| Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz | |
| Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here | |
| Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be | |
| And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment | |
| And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead | |
| Tonight in jungleland |
| zuò cí : Springsteen | |
| The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night | |
| And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line | |
| Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge | |
| Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain | |
| The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants | |
| Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane | |
| Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot | |
| Girl | |
| And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands | |
| From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world | |
| As we take our stand down in jungleland | |
| The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night | |
| They' ll meet neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light | |
| Man there' s an opera out on the turnpike | |
| There' s a ballet being fought out in the alley | |
| Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night | |
| The streets alive as secret debts are paid | |
| Contacts made, they vanished unseen | |
| Kids flash guitars just like switchblades hustling for the record machine | |
| The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands | |
| That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland | |
| In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage | |
| Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d. j. plays | |
| Lonelyhearted lovers struggle in dark corners | |
| Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they' re gone | |
| Beneath the city two hearts beat | |
| Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked | |
| In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown | |
| The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the | |
| Night | |
| No one watches when the ambulance pulls away | |
| Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light | |
| Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz | |
| Between flesh and what' s fantasy and the poets down here | |
| Don' t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be | |
| And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment | |
| And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead | |
| Tonight in jungleland |