Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the brown
The beauty is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
comes the blind commissioner, they've 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 Lady and I look out tonight, Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her pockets Bette Davis style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, better leave"
And the sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are 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 love 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 'neath the window for her I so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to 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 to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she also 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 they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the in a perfect 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 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 crew
out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the
Is brought down from the by insurance men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the sails 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 fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too about Desolation Row

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