Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in comes Romeo, 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 almost hidden, the are beginning to hide
The fortune lady has even taken all her things inside
All except for and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's ready for the show
He's going to the 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 romantic she wears an vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great
She spends her time peeking into Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
Passed this way an hour ago his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the
You would not think to at him, but he was famous long ago
For the electric 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 also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

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

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

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

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