🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

  selling postcards of the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The  parlor is filled with sailors
 The circus is  town
 Here  the blind commissioner
 They've  him in a trance
 One hand is tied  the tight-rope walker
 The other is in his 
 And  riot squad they're restless
 They  somewhere to go
 As Lady and I look out 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she  so easy
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
 And puts  hands in her back pockets
 Bette Davis 
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me I 
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong  my friend
  better leave"
 And  only sound that's left
 After  ambulances go
 Is Cinderella sweeping 
 On Desolation 
 
  the moon is almost hidden
 The stars  beginning to hide
 The  lady
 Has even taken all her  inside
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
 Everybody  making love
 Or  expecting rain
 And  Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's  ready for the show
 He's going to the  tonight
 On Desolation 
 
 Now Ophelia,  'neath the window
  her I feel so afraid
  her twenty-second birthday
 She  is an old maid
 To her,  is quite romantic
 She wears an iron 
  profession's her religion
  sin is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are fixed 
 Noah's great 
  spends her time peeking
 Into  Row.
 
 Einstein,  as Robin Hood
 With  memories in a trunk
 Passed this way  hour ago
 With his friend, a  monk
 He  so immaculately frightful
 As he  a cigarette
 Then he went off  drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not  to look at him
  he was famous long ago
 For playing the electric 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps his 
 Inside of  leather cup
 But all  sexless patients
 They're trying to  it up
 Now his  some local loser
 She's in  of the cyanide hole
 And she also keeps the cards that 
 "Have Mercy on  Soul"
 They all play on  whistles
  can hear them blow
 If you lean your  out far enough
  Desolation Row.
 
  the street they've nailed the curtains
 They're getting  for the feast
 The  of the Opera
  a perfect image of a priest
 They're  Casanova
 To get him to feel more 
 Then  kill him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And the  shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if you don't 
 Casanova is just being punished  going
 To  Row.
 
 At midnight all the 
 And  superhuman crew
 Come out and round up 
 That knows more than  do
 Then they bring  to the factory
  the heart-attack machine
 Is strapped across  shoulders
 And then  kerosene
 Is brought down  the castles
  insurance men who go
 Check to see that  is escaping
 To  Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side  you on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T.  Eliot
 Fighting in the  tower
 While calypso  laugh at them
 And fishermen hold 
 Between the windows of the 
 Where lovely mermaids 
 And nobody has to  too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes,  received your letter yesterday
 About  time the door knob broke
  you asked me how I was doing
 Was  some kind of joke ?
 All these people  you mention
 Yes, I know them,  quite lame
 I had to  their faces
  give them all another name
 Right now I can't read  good
 Dont  me no more letters no
 Not unless  mail them
  Desolation Row.