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 circus is in
Here the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her 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 sound left after the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

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

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to it up
Now his nurse, local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

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

At midnight all the agents and the crew
Come out and round up everyone that more than they do
Then bring 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
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 Pound and T.S. fighting in the captain's tower
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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