Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the brown
The parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
comes 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, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her in her back pockets Bette Davis style
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 left after the go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old
To her, death is quite she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her 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 way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he a cigarette
And he off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was long ago
For playing the electric violin on Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his inside of a leather cup
But all his patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, local 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 hear them
If you lean head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the
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 with after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just punished for going to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea lovely mermaids flow
And has to think too much about 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 that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their and give them all another name
now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Row