Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, painting the passports brown
The parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the 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, need somewhere 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 in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You 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 after the go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

Everybody is making love or else 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 feel so
On her twenty-second birthday she 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 Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed 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 local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
They all on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to 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 superhuman
Come out and up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory the heart-attack machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot in the captain's tower
While calypso 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, about the time the broke
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 their faces and give them all another name
Right now, I can't too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them Desolation Row