Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're the passports brown
The beauty is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
comes the blind commissioner, they've 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 out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back 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, better leave"
And the only sound that's after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes 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 inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
Is strapped across their and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the by insurance men who go
Check to see that is escaping 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
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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