Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're the passports brown
The parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
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 takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis
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 that's after the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her birthday 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 eyes are fixed upon Noah's great
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy 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 the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a image of a priest
They are feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot in the captain's tower
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much 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 lame
I had to rearrange their faces and them all another name
Right now, I read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row