Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports
The beauty parlor is 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 one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are fixed upon great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to at him, but he was famous long ago
For the electric violin 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 keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

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

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

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

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob
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 faces and give all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no letters no
Not unless you mail them from Row