Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in
Here comes the blind commissioner, got him in a trance
One is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they somewhere to go
As Lady and I out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the sound that's 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 has even taken all her things inside
All except for and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

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

Ophelia, 'neath 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 into Desolation Row

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

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

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

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

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob
When you asked me how I was doing, was that kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, quite 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 from Desolation Row