🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards of the 
 They're painting  passports brown
 The beauty parlor is filled with 
 The circus is  town
 Here comes the  commissioner
  got him in a trance
  hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in  pants
  the riot squad they're restless
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady and I look out 
 From Desolation 
 
 Cinderella,  seems so easy
 "It takes one to know  she smiles
 And puts her hands  her back pockets
 Bette  style
 And in comes Romeo, he's 
 "You belong to  I believe"
 And someone  "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You better 
 And the  sound that's left
 After the ambulances 
 Is  sweeping up
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The stars are beginning  hide
 The  lady
 Has  taken all her things inside
 All except for Cain and 
 And the hunchback of Notre 
 Everybody  making love
 Or else expecting 
  the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's  ready for the show
 He's going to  carnival tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her I feel  afraid
 On  twenty-second birthday
 She already is an  maid
 To her, death is quite 
 She wears  iron vest
 Her profession's  religion
 Her sin is her 
 And though her  are fixed upon
 Noah's  rainbow
 She spends her time 
 Into Desolation 
 
 Einstein,  as Robin Hood
 With  memories in a trunk
  this way an hour ago
 With his friend,  jealous monk
  looked so immaculately frightful
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he  off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to look at 
 But he  famous long ago
 For  the electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr.  he keeps his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But  his sexless patients
 They're trying to blow it 
 Now his  some local loser
 She's in charge of  cyanide hole
 And she also keeps the  that read
 "Have Mercy on His 
 They all play on penny 
 You can  them blow
  you lean your head out far enough
 From  Row.
 
 Across the street they've nailed  curtains
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The  of the Opera
 In a  image of a priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
  get him to feel more assured
 Then they'll  him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And the Phantom's shouting to skinny 
  outa here if you don't know"
 Casanova is just being  for going
 To  Row.
 
  midnight all the agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out  round up everyone
 That knows more than  do
 Then they bring  to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is  across their shoulders
 And  the kerosene
 Is brought down from  castles
 By insurance men  go
 Check to  that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to  Neptune
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you on 
 And Ezra Pound  T. S. Eliot
  in the captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh  them
  fishermen hold flowers
 Between  windows of the sea
 Where lovely mermaids 
 And  has to think too much
  Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I received your  yesterday
 About the time  door knob broke
 When you  me how I was doing
 Was that some kind  joke ?
  these people that you mention
 Yes, I know  they're quite lame
 I had to  their faces
 And  them all another name
 Right now I can't read too 
  send me no more letters no
 Not  you mail them
  Desolation Row.