Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

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

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 'neath the window for her I so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear 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 in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
Then they'll kill him with after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get here if you don't know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the 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
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to think too much about Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite
I had to their 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 from Desolation Row