🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards  the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty  is filled with sailors
 The circus  in town
 Here comes  blind commissioner
 They've  him in a trance
 One  is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other  in his pants
  the riot squad they're restless
 They need  to go
 As Lady  I look out tonight
 From  Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems  easy
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
  puts her hands in her back pockets
 Bette Davis 
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in  wrong place, my friend
  better leave"
 And the only sound that's 
  the ambulances go
 Is  sweeping up
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The stars are  to hide
 The  lady
 Has even taken all her things 
 All except for Cain and 
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good  he's dressing
 He's getting ready for the 
 He's going to the  tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia,  'neath the window
  her I feel so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She  is an old maid
 To her,  is quite romantic
 She wears an  vest
  profession's her religion
 Her sin is  lifelessness
 And though her eyes are fixed 
  great rainbow
 She spends her time 
 Into  Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised as  Hood
 With his memories in  trunk
 Passed this  an hour ago
 With his friend, a  monk
  looked so immaculately frightful
 As he  a cigarette
 Then he  off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
  would not think to look at him
 But he was famous  ago
 For playing  electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
  of a leather cup
 But all  sexless patients
  trying to blow it up
 Now his nurse, some local 
 She's in  of the cyanide hole
 And she also keeps  cards that read
 "Have Mercy on His 
 They all play  penny whistles
 You  hear them blow
 If you lean  head out far enough
 From Desolation 
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're  ready for the feast
 The Phantom  the Opera
 In a perfect image of a 
  spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get  to feel more assured
  they'll kill him with self-confidence
  poisoning him with words
 And the Phantom's shouting to skinny 
 "Get outa here if  don't know"
 Casanova is just being punished for 
  Desolation Row.
 
 At  all the agents
 And the  crew
 Come  and round up everyone
 That knows more than they 
  they bring them to the factory
 Where the  machine
 Is strapped across  shoulders
 And then the 
 Is brought down from  castles
 By insurance  who go
 Check to see  nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to  Neptune
 The Titanic sails  dawn
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
  Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
  in the captain's tower
 While calypso singers  at them
  fishermen hold flowers
  the windows of the sea
 Where lovely  flow
 And nobody has  think too much
 About  Row.
 
 Yes, I received your letter 
  the time the door knob broke
 When you asked me  I was doing
 Was that some  of joke ?
 All these  that you mention
 Yes, I  them, they're quite lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give them all  name
 Right now I can't read  good
  send me no more letters no
 Not unless you mail 
 From Desolation