Luyện nghe bài hát Desolation Row

They're selling 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, got him in a trance
One hand is to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, Desolation Row

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

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I so afraid
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 are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
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 and reciting the alphabet
You would not to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on 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 loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Row

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

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

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

Yes, I received your yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another
Right now, I can't too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you them from Desolation Row