Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong 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 even taken all her things
All except for and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the 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, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's rainbow
She spends her time 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 immaculately frightful as he a cigarette
And he off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous ago
For playing the violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a cup
But all his patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting for the feast
The of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel assured
Then they'll 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 all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
Then they them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and the kerosene
Is down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the tower
While calypso singers laugh at and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And has to think too much about Desolation Row

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