Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting 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 tight-rope walker, the other is in his
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong 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 Cinderella up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is 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 Dame

Everybody is making love or expecting rain
And the Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her birthday she already is an old maid
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 Noah's great
She spends her peeking into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his inside of a leather cup
But all his patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
If you your 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 in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then they'll him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and 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 from the by insurance men who go
Check to see that 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 in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to too much about Desolation Row

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