Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the is in his pants
And the riot they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I out tonight, from Desolation Row

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

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

Everybody is making love or 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, 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she 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 into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he his world 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"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
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 of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then they'll him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

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

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

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