Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her 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 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 is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady has taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the of Notre Dame

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her twenty-second she already is an old maid
To her, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world 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 cyanide
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a image of a priest
They are spoon Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the shouting to skinny 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 superhuman
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than do
Then bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is down 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 at dawn
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 hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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