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 blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his
And the riot squad they're restless, need somewhere to go
As and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to 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 says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better 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 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 tonight on Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
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 are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin 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 drainpipes and the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous ago
For the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to 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 penny whistles, you can hear blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the
The Phantom of the in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding to get him to feel more assured
they'll kill 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 punished for going to Desolation Row"

At all the agents 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 across their shoulders and the kerosene
Is brought from the castles 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 Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and hold flowers
the windows 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 that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more no
Not unless you them from Desolation Row