Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

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

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

Everybody is making love or 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 the window for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time into Desolation Row

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

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

the street they've nailed the curtains, they're 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 assured
they'll 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 punished for going to Row"

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

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

Yes, I received letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
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 rearrange their 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