Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette 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 sweeping up on Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old
To her, death is quite romantic she an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are fixed upon great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
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 sniffing drainpipes and the alphabet
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 world of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Row

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

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman
Come out and round up everyone that knows than they do
Then they bring to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and 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. fighting in the captain's 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 your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their and give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row