Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound 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 of Notre Dame

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing 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 world inside of a cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're 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 here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
Then they them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their and then the kerosene
Is down from the castles by insurance 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 in the captain's tower
While calypso singers at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And nobody has to too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was some 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 can't too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you them from Desolation Row