Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the brown
The beauty parlor is with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, got him in a trance
One hand is to the tight-rope walker, the other 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 so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's the window for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is romantic she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a monk
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was long ago
For playing the electric 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 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 they've nailed the curtains, 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 they'll kill him with after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone knows more than they do
they 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 nobody is to Desolation Row

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

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I 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 them from Desolation Row