Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, death is romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And her eyes 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 way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You not think 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, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your 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 image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
Then they'll kill him self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and 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 asked me how I was doing, was that kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another
Right now, I read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you them from Desolation Row