Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in
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 squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know 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 someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I 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 though her eyes are upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a
And he when off drainpipes 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 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 penny whistles, you can hear them
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then they'll him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows than they do
Then they bring them to the where the heart-attack machine
Is across their 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 Titanic sails at
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the tower
While calypso singers at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And has to think 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 some kind of joke
All these people 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, send me no more letters no
Not you mail them from Desolation Row