Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

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

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

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the for her I feel so afraid
On her birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite she wears an iron vest
Her her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Desolation Row

Einstein, as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an 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 electric on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to 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"
all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough Desolation Row

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

At midnight all the and the superhuman crew
Come out and up everyone that knows more than they do
Then 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 Ezra and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold
Between the windows of the sea where lovely flow
And nobody has to think too about Desolation Row

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