Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, painting the passports brown
The parlor is filled 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 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 puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her twenty-second she already is an old maid
To her, is quite romantic 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 peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was long ago
For the electric 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 keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
If you your head 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
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 here if you don't know"
Casanova is just punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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