Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong 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 the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

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

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago his friend, a jealous monk
Now he so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing and reciting the alphabet
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric 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 loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also 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 enough Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea where mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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