Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is 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 look out tonight, from Row

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

Now the moon is almost hidden, the are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady has even all her things 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 getting ready for the
He's to the carnival tonight 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, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time into Desolation Row

Einstein, as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous ago
For playing the violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to it up
Now his nurse, some loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also the cards that 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 nailed the curtains, getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

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

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

Yes, I received your yesterday, about the time the doorknob 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 faces and give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no letters no
Not unless you them from Desolation Row