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 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, need somewhere to go
As Lady and I out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only 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 Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Dame

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a monk
Now he looked so immaculately as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous ago
For playing the electric violin on 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, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
If you lean your head out far enough from Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're 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 they'll kill him with self-confidence poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

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

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