Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is with sailors, the circus is in town
comes 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 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 only sound that's after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to
The fortune telling lady has even all her things inside
All except for and Abel and the hunchback 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 to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her are fixed 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 frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous ago
For the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his 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 that read, "Have on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the street they've the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to 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 machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Row

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

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