Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the walker, the other is in his pants
And the squad 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 know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old
To her, death is quite she wears 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 into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a 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 long ago
For playing the electric on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're 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"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
If you lean your head out far enough Desolation Row

Across the they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a image of a priest
are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
Is strapped across shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the by insurance men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping 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 hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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