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 Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her pockets Bette Davis style
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 sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday 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 her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean head out far enough from 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 feeding Casanova to get him to more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence poisoning him with words
And the shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

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

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

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