Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is with sailors, the circus is in town
Here 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 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, he's moaning. "You 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 after the go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

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

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a 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 keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the they've nailed the curtains, they're 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 more assured
Then they'll kill him self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And has to think 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 some kind of joke
All these that you mention, yes, I know 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 more no
Not unless you them from Desolation Row