Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting 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 they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As and I look out tonight, from Desolation 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, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

Now the is almost 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, dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Row

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
this 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 the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous 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 trying to it up
Now his nurse, some loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
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 poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack
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 Titanic at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra 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 where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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