[00:00.000] 作词 : Bruce Springsteen[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen[00:42.199]The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night[00:49.026]And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine[00:53.182]over the Jersey state line[00:56.589]Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge[00:59.657]drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain[01:03.551]The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants,[01:06.879]together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane[01:18.394]Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo[01:21.964]chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl[01:25.882]And the kids 'round here look just like shadows,[01:29.306]always quiet, holding hands[01:33.085]From the churches to the jails[01:36.547]tonight all is silence in the world[01:40.605]As we take our stand down in Jungleland[01:52.159][01:55.267]The midnight gang's assembled[01:58.329]and picked a rendezvous for the night[02:02.248]They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign[02:05.696]that brings this fair city light[02:09.501]Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike,[02:12.357]there's a ballet being fought out in the alley[02:16.594]Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night[02:23.763]The street's alive as secret debts are paid,[02:27.149]contacts made, they vanished unseen[02:30.872]Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades[02:34.732]hustling for the record machine[02:38.305]The hungry and the hunted explode into rock and roll bands[02:45.763]They faced off against each other out in the street[02:49.394]down in Jungleland[02:59.665](guitar solo)[03:27.668]In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage[03:34.503]Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records[03:38.082]that the deejay plays[03:41.963]Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners[03:45.250]desperate as the night moves on[03:49.090]Just one look and a whisper, they're gone[03:54.379](saxophone solo)[06:58.588]Beneath the city two hearts beat,[07:05.169]soul engines running through a night so tender[07:13.563]In a bedroom locked, in whispers of soft refusal and then surrender[07:29.763]In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down[07:37.535]as shots echo down them hallways in the night[07:44.261]No one watches when the ambulance pulls away[07:52.569]or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light[07:58.872]Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz[08:05.372]between what's flesh and what's fantasy[08:09.405]And the poets down here don't write nothing at all,[08:13.193]they just stand back and let it all be[08:17.612]And in the quick of the night[08:19.408]they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand[08:24.965]But they wind up wounded, not even dead,[08:31.768]tonight in Jungleland ...