Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

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

Everybody is making or else expecting rain
And the Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already 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 fixed upon great rainbow
She spends her peeking into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world of a leather cup
But all his patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can 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 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 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 all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up that knows more than they do
Then they bring to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the
Is down from 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 singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to think too much Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I them, they're quite lame
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 you mail them from Desolation Row