🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling  of the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty  is filled with sailors
 The  is in town
 Here  the blind commissioner
 They've got him in a 
 One hand is tied to the  walker
  other is in his pants
 And  riot squad they're restless
 They  somewhere to go
  Lady and I look out tonight
 From  Row.
 
 Cinderella,  seems so easy
 "It takes  to know one," she smiles
  puts her hands in her back pockets
  Davis style
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone  "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You better 
 And the only sound  left
  the ambulances go
 Is  sweeping up
 On  Row.
 
 Now  moon is almost hidden
 The stars  beginning to hide
  fortunetelling lady
 Has even taken  her things inside
  except for Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback of Notre 
 Everybody is making 
 Or else  rain
 And the Good Samaritan, he's 
 He's getting ready for the 
 He's going  the carnival tonight
 On Desolation 
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her I  so afraid
 On  twenty-second birthday
 She already is an  maid
 To her, death is  romantic
 She wears  iron vest
 Her profession's  religion
 Her  is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are fixed 
 Noah's  rainbow
 She spends  time peeking
  Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised as Robin 
 With  memories in a trunk
  this way an hour ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
  looked so immaculately frightful
 As he bummed a 
 Then  went off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to  at him
 But he was famous  ago
  playing the electric violin
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But all his  patients
  trying to blow it up
 Now his nurse,  local loser
 She's in charge  the cyanide hole
 And she also  the cards that read
 "Have  on His Soul"
  all play on penny whistles
 You can hear them 
 If you lean  head out far enough
  Desolation Row.
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're  ready for the feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In a perfect image of a 
  spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him to feel  assured
  they'll kill him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And the Phantom's shouting  skinny girls
 "Get  here if you don't know"
 Casanova is just  punished for going
 To Desolation 
 
 At midnight all  agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and round  everyone
 That  more than they do
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is strapped  their shoulders
 And  the kerosene
 Is brought down from the 
  insurance men who go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails at 
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you  ?"
 And  Pound and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso singers  at them
 And  hold flowers
 Between the windows of  sea
 Where  mermaids flow
 And nobody has to think too 
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I  your letter yesterday
 About the time the door knob 
 When  asked me how I was doing
 Was that some kind of  ?
 All these people  you mention
 Yes, I know them,  quite lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
  now I can't read too good
 Dont send me no  letters no
 Not unless you mail 
 From  Row.