Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is with sailors, the circus is in town
Here the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, 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 back pockets Bette Davis
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only sound that's after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on 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 of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or expecting rain
And the Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
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 vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

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

Dr. Filth, he his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them
If you lean your head out far enough from Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect of a priest
They are spoon 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 here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen flowers
the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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