Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the 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 they're restless, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette style
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 after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

Everybody is love or else expecting rain
And the Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
going to the carnival 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 she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are 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 looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on Row

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

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
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 girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

At all the agents and the superhuman crew
out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory 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 nobody is to Desolation Row

Praise be to 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 calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to too much about Desolation Row

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