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 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 riot 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 in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You to Me I Believe"
And says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left the ambulances go
Is Cinderella up on Desolation Row

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

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

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so
On her twenty-second 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 into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin with his memories in a trunk
Passed way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to at him, but he was famous long ago
For the electric 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, some local loser, she's in charge of the hole
And she also keeps the that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the whistles, you can hear them blow
If you your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect of a priest
They are spoon Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him 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 superhuman
Come out and round up everyone that knows more they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the machine
Is strapped across shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic 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 lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Row

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