Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're the passports brown
The beauty parlor is with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
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 look out tonight, Desolation 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 comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a monk
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on 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 cyanide
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear blow
If you lean your out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the in a perfect image of a priest
are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
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 and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the
Is down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

be to Nero's 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 calypso singers laugh at them and hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much 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 their 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 from Desolation Row