Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled sailors, the circus is in town
Here 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 and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the sound 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 and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's ready for the show
going to the carnival tonight on Desolation 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 romantic she wears an iron
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great
She spends her time peeking into Row

Einstein, as Robin 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 drainpipes and reciting the
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on 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 cyanide
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting 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 shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory the heart-attack machine
Is strapped their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much 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 them, they're quite 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 Desolation Row