Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the 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 seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And her hands 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 left after the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

Everybody is making love or expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, getting ready for the show
going to the carnival tonight 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 romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a cup
But all his sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean 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 Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta 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 that knows more than do
Then bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their and then the kerosene
Is down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that is escaping to Desolation Row

be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Ezra and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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