🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards  the hanging
 They're  the passports brown
 The  parlor is filled with sailors
 The circus is in 
 Here comes the blind 
 They've got him in  trance
 One hand is tied to the  walker
 The other  in his pants
 And the riot squad  restless
 They need  to go
 As Lady and  look out tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
  she seems so easy
 "It takes  to know one," she smiles
 And puts her hands in  back pockets
 Bette Davis 
 And  comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me I 
 And someone says, "You're  the wrong place, my friend
 You better 
 And the only sound  left
 After  ambulances go
  Cinderella sweeping up
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the moon is  hidden
  stars are beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling 
 Has even taken all  things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
  is making love
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
 He's getting ready for the 
 He's going to the carnival 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now  she's 'neath the window
 For her  feel so afraid
 On her  birthday
 She already is  old maid
 To her,  is quite romantic
 She wears an  vest
 Her profession's  religion
 Her sin  her lifelessness
 And though her  are fixed upon
  great rainbow
 She  her time peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With his memories in a 
 Passed this  an hour ago
 With his friend, a jealous 
 He  so immaculately frightful
 As he  a cigarette
 Then he went off  drainpipes
 And  the alphabet
 You would not  to look at him
 But he was famous  ago
 For playing the electric 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
 Inside of a leather 
 But  his sexless patients
  trying to blow it up
  his nurse, some local loser
 She's in  of the cyanide hole
 And  also keeps the cards that read
 "Have  on His Soul"
 They  play on penny whistles
 You can  them blow
 If you lean your  out far enough
  Desolation Row.
 
 Across the street  nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect image of  priest
 They're  Casanova
 To  him to feel more assured
 Then  kill him with self-confidence
 After  him with words
 And the  shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if you don't 
 Casanova is just being punished  going
 To  Row.
 
 At midnight  the agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and round  everyone
 That knows more than  do
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where  heart-attack machine
 Is strapped across  shoulders
  then the kerosene
 Is brought down  the castles
  insurance men who go
  to see that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to Nero's 
 The Titanic sails  dawn
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T. S. 
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh  them
 And fishermen hold 
 Between the windows of  sea
  lovely mermaids flow
 And nobody  to think too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes,  received your letter yesterday
 About the time the door  broke
 When you asked me how I was 
 Was  some kind of joke ?
 All these people that you 
 Yes, I know  they're quite lame
 I  to rearrange their faces
 And give them all  name
 Right now I  read too good
 Dont send me no more  no
 Not unless you mail 
  Desolation Row.