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
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, Desolation Row

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left 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 or else expecting rain
And the Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I so afraid
On her twenty-second she already is an old maid
To her, is quite 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 spends her time peeking into Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
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 drainpipes and the alphabet
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
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

the street they've nailed the curtains, they're 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
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 punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic at dawn
shouting, "Which side 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 lovely flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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