Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the 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 riot they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette 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 sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her inside
All except for and Abel 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, 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron
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 his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he 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 violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear 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 of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll him with 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 and the superhuman crew
out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the machine
Is strapped across shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the by insurance men who go
to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which are you on?!"
And Pound 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 mermaids flow
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of
All these that 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 read too good, don't send me no more no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row