Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is filled 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 riot squad they're restless, they somewhere to go
As Lady and I out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back Bette Davis style
And in Romeo, he's 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 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 of Notre Dame

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

Ophelia, 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
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 Noah's rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago his friend, a jealous 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 the electric violin on Desolation 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 of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've 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 self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
Then they bring to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the by insurance men who go
Check to see that is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids 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 that some kind of
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Row