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 is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As and I look out tonight, from Desolation 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 place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on 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 are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous ago
For playing the electric 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, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you your head out far enough from 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
are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Row"

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than do
Then they bring them to the factory the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their and then the kerosene
Is brought down the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to 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 singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
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 some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and them all another name
Right now, I can't too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them Desolation Row