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 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 and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation 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 hunchback of Dame

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to 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 them blow
If you lean your out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a
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 skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is just punished 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 bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and the kerosene
Is down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is to Desolation Row

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

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