Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It 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 sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second she already is an old maid
To her, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a monk
Now he so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and 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 inside of a cup
But all his sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Row

Across the street 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
Then they'll kill him with after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the tower
While calypso singers at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And nobody has to 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 some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another
Right now, I can't read too good, don't me no more letters no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row