Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the only sound that's left after the 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 for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting 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 twenty-second she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago his friend, a jealous monk
Now he so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric on Desolation Row

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

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

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and up everyone that 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 brought from the castles by insurance men who go
to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
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 hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob
When you me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite
I had to their 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