Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is with sailors, the circus is in town
Here the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad restless, they need 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 style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, better leave"
And the only that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into 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 to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For the electric violin on Desolation Row

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

Across the they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The of the Opera in a perfect 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 with
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
is just being 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 to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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