Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is filled sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, 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 look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in Romeo, he's 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 beginning to
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things
All except for and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, 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 twenty-second birthday she already is an old
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 time peeking Desolation Row

Einstein, as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the
You not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric on Desolation 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 the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
If you lean your head out far enough Desolation Row

the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting 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 after poisoning him with
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

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

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