Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the is in town
Here the blind 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, they need to go
As Lady and I out tonight, from Desolation Row

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

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are fixed Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
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 drainpipes and reciting the
You would not think to look at him, but he was long ago
For playing the electric on Desolation 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, local 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 blow
If you lean your head out far enough 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 assured
they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

At all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the 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 Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the tower
While singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And nobody has to too much about Desolation Row

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