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 comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a
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 takes one to know one," she
And her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis 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 the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, 'neath 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 her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

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

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

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

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

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