Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're 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 hand is tied to the 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, 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 place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Row

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

Everybody is making love or else expecting
And the Good Samaritan, dressing, he's 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 twenty-second birthday she already is an old
To her, death is quite romantic she an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his in a trunk
Passed way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the
You would not to look 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 sexless patients, they're to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them 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 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 shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for to Desolation Row"

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

Praise be to Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the tower
While singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea lovely mermaids flow
And has to think 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 that some kind of
All these that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them Desolation Row