🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

  selling postcards of the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
  beauty parlor is filled with sailors
 The  is in town
 Here comes the blind 
 They've got him in a 
  hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in  pants
 And  riot squad they're restless
 They need  to go
  Lady and I look out tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
  she seems so easy
 "It takes  to know one," she smiles
 And puts her hands in her  pockets
  Davis style
 And in  Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me I 
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my 
  better leave"
 And the only  that's left
 After the ambulances 
 Is Cinderella sweeping 
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the  is almost hidden
 The  are beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling 
  even taken all her things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And the  of Notre Dame
 Everybody  making love
 Or  expecting rain
 And  Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting  for the show
 He's going to the carnival 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now  she's 'neath the window
 For  I feel so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She already  an old maid
 To her, death is  romantic
 She wears an iron 
 Her profession's  religion
 Her sin is her 
 And though her eyes are fixed 
 Noah's  rainbow
  spends her time peeking
 Into  Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised  Robin Hood
 With his memories in a 
  this way an hour ago
 With his  a jealous monk
 He  so immaculately frightful
 As he bummed  cigarette
 Then  went off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting the 
 You would not think  look at him
  he was famous long ago
  playing the electric violin
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps  world
 Inside of a  cup
 But  his sexless patients
  trying to blow it up
  his nurse, some local loser
 She's in charge  the cyanide hole
 And she also keeps the cards that 
 "Have Mercy on  Soul"
  all play on penny whistles
  can hear them blow
 If you lean  head out far enough
 From Desolation 
 
 Across the street they've nailed  curtains
 They're getting  for the feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In  perfect image of a priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To  him to feel more assured
 Then they'll kill him with 
  poisoning him with words
 And  Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa  if you don't know"
 Casanova is just being punished  going
  Desolation Row.
 
  midnight all the agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and  up everyone
 That knows more than they 
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where  heart-attack machine
 Is strapped  their shoulders
  then the kerosene
 Is brought down from  castles
 By insurance men who 
 Check to see that nobody  escaping
 To Desolation 
 
 Praise  to Nero's Neptune
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you  ?"
 And Ezra Pound and  S. Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
  calypso singers laugh at them
 And  hold flowers
 Between  windows of the sea
 Where lovely mermaids 
 And nobody  to think too much
  Desolation Row.
 
  I received your letter yesterday
 About the time  door knob broke
 When you asked me  I was doing
 Was that some kind of  ?
 All these  that you mention
 Yes, I know them, they're  lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
 Right now  can't read too good
 Dont send me no more  no
 Not unless you mail 
 From  Row.