Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the brown
The beauty parlor is with 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 and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You 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 sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

Everybody is making love or else expecting
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the
He's going to the carnival on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's the window for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Hood with his memories in a trunk
this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so 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 the electric 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, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to more assured
Then they'll him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is just punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than do
Then they bring them to the where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And nobody has to think too much Desolation Row

Yes, I received your yesterday, about the time 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 them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Row