Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here 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, from Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her 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 after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old
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 Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Row

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the 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 lame
I had to their faces and give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row