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🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

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Desolation Row

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 They're selling postcards  the hanging
They're the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled sailors
The circus is town
Here comes blind commissioner
They've got in a trance
One hand is tied the tight-rope walker
The other is in pants
And the riot squad restless
They somewhere to go
As and I look out tonight
Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she so easy
"It takes one to know she smiles
And puts her hands in her pockets
Davis style
in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You to me I believe"
And someone says, in the wrong place, my friend
You better
And the only that's left
After the go
Is Cinderella up
On Row.

Now moon is almost hidden
The stars beginning to hide
The fortunetelling
Has even taken all things inside
All except for Cain and
the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is love
Or expecting rain
And the Good he's dressing
He's getting ready for the
He's going to the tonight
On Desolation

Now Ophelia, she's the window
For her feel so afraid
On twenty-second birthday
She already is old maid
To her, death quite romantic
She wears an iron
Her profession's religion
Her sin is lifelessness
though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great
She spends her peeking
Desolation Row.

Einstein, disguised as Robin
With his in a trunk
Passed this way an ago
With his friend, a monk
He looked immaculately frightful
As he bummed cigarette
Then went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the
You would not to look at him
But he famous long ago
For playing the violin
Desolation Row.

Filth, he keeps his world
Inside a leather cup
But all sexless patients
They're trying to blow up
Now his nurse, some loser
She's charge of the cyanide hole
And she keeps the cards that read
Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on whistles
You can hear blow
If you lean your out far enough
From Desolation

the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the
The Phantom of Opera
In a perfect image of priest
They're spoonfeeding
To him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him self-confidence
poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting skinny girls
"Get outa here if you know"
Casanova is being punished for going
To Row.

midnight all the agents
the superhuman crew
out and round up everyone
That knows more than do
Then they bring to the factory
Where the heart-attack
Is strapped their shoulders
then the kerosene
Is brought down from the
By men who go
Check to see that nobody is
To Desolation

be to Nero's Neptune
Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side you on ?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S.
Fighting in captain's tower
While singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold
Between the windows of the
Where lovely flow
And nobody has think too much
About Desolation

Yes, I your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob
When you asked me how was doing
Was that some kind of joke
these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, quite lame
I had rearrange their faces
And give them all another
Right I can't read too good
Dont send no more letters no
Not unless you mail
From Row.

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