Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, painting the passports brown
The parlor 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 other is in his
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she
And puts her hands in her back pockets Davis style
And in comes Romeo, moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd leave"
And the sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is sweeping up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she is an old maid
To her, is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great
She her time peeking into Desolation Row

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

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a cup
But all his sexless patients, trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she also the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the 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 Phantom of the Opera in a image of a priest
are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta if you don't know"
Casanova is just being for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the crew
out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by men who go
Check to see nobody is escaping 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 fighting in the tower
calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids
And nobody has to think too about Desolation Row

Yes, I received letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
you asked 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 rearrange their faces and them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more no
Not unless you mail from Desolation Row