🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 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.