Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports 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 tied to the tight-rope walker, the is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets 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, better leave"
And the only that's 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 even taken all her things
All except for Cain and Abel and the of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on 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 eyes are fixed upon Noah's rainbow
She spends her peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood 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 off sniffing drainpipes and reciting 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 his world inside of a leather cup
But all his patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also the cards 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 they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to more assured
Then kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman
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 brought down from the by insurance men who go
to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to 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 at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to think too about Desolation Row

Yes, I your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, quite lame
I had to rearrange 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 mail them from Row