Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they somewhere 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, 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 left after the go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 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 her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a cup
But all his patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the street nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a image of a priest
They are feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him 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 going to Row"

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then they them 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 that nobody is 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 captain's
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, 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 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 mail them from Row