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 the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
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 and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

Ophelia, 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old
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 Noah's rainbow
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

Einstein, as Robin 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 the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a cup
But all his sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some loser, she's 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 hear blow
If you lean head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting for the feast
The Phantom of the in a perfect image 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 with
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
Is strapped their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to 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 in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the broke
When you me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give 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