Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the is in town
Here the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the is in his pants
And the riot they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back 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, better leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he off sniffing 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 of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough Desolation Row

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

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
Then they them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by men who go
Check to see that is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And has to think too much about Desolation 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 that you mention, yes, I know them, quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't me no more letters no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row