Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the 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 so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the 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 has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the of Notre Dame

is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's ready for the show
He's going to the carnival 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 vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous
Now he looked so immaculately as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing and reciting the alphabet
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on 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 loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

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

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

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

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that 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 another
Right now, I can't read too good, don't me no more letters no
Not you mail them from Desolation Row