Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, got him in a trance
One hand is to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only sound that's after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he 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 his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
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 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 after him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

At all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the
Is down 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 tower
While calypso laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the 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 read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them Desolation Row