Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from 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 that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

Everybody is making love or else expecting
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 window for her I feel so
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood his memories in a trunk
this way an hour 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 would not think to look at him, but he was 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 to blow it up
Now his nurse, some loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
If you lean your head out far 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 Casanova to get him to feel more
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than do
Then they bring to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and 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 sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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