Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd 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 beginning to
The fortune telling has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second 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 her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Hood 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 when off sniffing drainpipes and the alphabet
You not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the 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 local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

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

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

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

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