Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
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, better leave"
And the only that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
Passed way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the
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 world 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 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 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 feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him words
And the shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the machine
Is strapped their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is to Desolation Row

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

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