Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the brown
The parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they somewhere to go
As and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, better leave"
And the only sound left after the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are to hide
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Dame

Everybody is making or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Row

Ophelia, she's the window for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

Einstein, as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough Desolation Row

Across the they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
They are spoon Casanova to get him to feel more assured
they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Row"

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're lame
I had to their faces and give them all another name
now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them Desolation Row