Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland - Karaoke Version from Zoom Karaoke

This karaoke version has been produced by Zoom Karaoke and the recording rights are owned and controlled by Zoom Entertainments Limited - Song lyrics: THE RANGERS HAD A HOMECOMIN’ IN HARLEM LATE LAST NIGHT AND A MAGIC RAT DROVE HIS SLEEK MACHINE OVER THE JERSEY STATE LINE BAREFOOT GIRL SITTIN’ ON THE HOOD OF A DODGE DRINKIN’ 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 LAWMEN RUN DOWN FLAMINGO CHASING THE RAT AND THE BAREFOOT GIRL AND THE KIDS ’ROUND HERE LOOK JUST LIKE SHADOWS ALWAYS QUIET HOLDIN’ HANDS FROM THE CHURCHES TO THE JAILS TONIGHT ALL IS SILENCE IN THE WORLD AS WE TAKE OUR STAND DOWN IN JUNGLELAND WELL, 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 BEIN’ FOUGHT OUT IN THE ALLEY UNTIL THE LOCAL COPS CHERRY TOP WHO RIPS THIS HOLY NIGHT THE STREET’S ALIVE AS SECRET DEBTS ARE PAID CONTACTS MADE THEY VANISH UNSEEN KIDS FLASH GUITARS JUST LIKE SWITCHBLADES HUSTLIN’ FOR THE RECORD MACHINE THE HUNGRY AND THE HUNTED EXPLODE INTO ROCK ’N’ ROLL BANDS THAT FACE OFF AGAINST EACH OTHER OUT IN THE STREET DOWN IN JUNGLELAND IN THE PARKIN’ LOT THE VISIONARIES DRESS IN THE LATEST RAGE INSIDE THE BACKSTREET GIRLS ARE DANCIN’ TO THE RECORDS THAT THE D.J. PLAYS LONELY-HEARTED LOVERS STRUGGLE IN DARK CORNERS DESPERATE AS THE NIGHT MOVES ON THEN JUST ONE LOOK AND A WHISPER THEY’RE GONE BENEATH THE CITY TWO HEARTS BEAT SOUL ENGINES RUNNIN’ THROUGH A NIGHT SO TENDER IN A BEDROOM LOCKED IN WHISPERS OF SOFT REFUSAL AND THEN SURRENDER IN THE TUNNELS UPTOWN THE RAT’S OWN DREAM GUNS HIM DOWN AND 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 STREET’S ON FIRE IN A REAL DEATH WALTZ BETWEEN WHAT’S FLESH AND WHAT’S FANTASY THEN THE POETS DOWN HERE DON’T WRITE NOTHIN’ 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... HOO... HOO... WOAH... HUH... HUH... WOAH...