Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're 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 is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the squad 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 know one," she
And her hands 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 wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only sound that's left after the go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

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

Einstein, as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to 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 patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
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 lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him words
And the Phantom's shouting to girls, "Get outta 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 that knows more than do
Then they them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the
Is brought down from the by insurance men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And nobody has to too much about Desolation Row

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