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 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 need to go
As and I look out tonight, from Desolation 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 comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound left after the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are 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 expecting rain
And the Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the tonight on Desolation Row

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

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

Dr. Filth, he his world inside of a leather 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 keeps the that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

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

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