🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards  the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty parlor is filled with 
 The circus is  town
 Here  the blind commissioner
  got him in a trance
  hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in his 
 And the  squad they're restless
 They need  to go
 As Lady and  look out tonight
 From Desolation 
 
 Cinderella, she seems  easy
 "It takes one to know  she smiles
 And puts her hands in  back pockets
 Bette Davis 
 And in  Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me  believe"
 And someone says,  in the wrong place, my friend
 You  leave"
  the only sound that's left
 After the ambulances 
 Is Cinderella sweeping 
 On Desolation 
 
 Now  moon is almost hidden
 The  are beginning to hide
 The  lady
  even taken all her things inside
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And the  of Notre Dame
 Everybody  making love
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
 He's  ready for the show
 He's going  the carnival tonight
 On Desolation 
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her I feel  afraid
 On her  birthday
 She already is  old maid
 To her,  is quite romantic
 She wears an iron 
  profession's her religion
 Her  is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are  upon
  great rainbow
 She  her time peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
  his memories in a trunk
 Passed this way  hour ago
 With his friend, a jealous 
  looked so immaculately frightful
 As  bummed a cigarette
 Then  went off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to look  him
 But he  famous long ago
 For  the electric violin
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps  world
 Inside of a leather 
 But all  sexless patients
  trying to blow it up
  his nurse, some local loser
 She's in charge of the  hole
  she also keeps the cards that read
 "Have Mercy on  Soul"
 They all  on penny whistles
 You can hear them 
  you lean your head out far enough
 From Desolation 
 
  the street they've nailed the curtains
 They're  ready for the feast
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect  of a priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To get him to feel  assured
 Then they'll kill him with 
 After poisoning him with 
 And the Phantom's shouting to skinny 
 "Get outa  if you don't know"
 Casanova is just being  for going
  Desolation Row.
 
 At midnight all  agents
 And  superhuman crew
  out and round up everyone
  knows more than they do
  they bring them to the factory
 Where the  machine
 Is strapped  their shoulders
 And  the kerosene
 Is brought  from the castles
 By insurance men  go
 Check to see that  is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails  dawn
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
  Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso  laugh at them
 And  hold flowers
  the windows of the sea
 Where lovely  flow
  nobody has to think too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes,  received your letter yesterday
  the time the door knob broke
 When you asked  how I was doing
 Was that some kind of  ?
 All these people that you 
 Yes, I  them, they're quite lame
 I had to rearrange  faces
 And give them all  name
 Right now I can't  too good
  send me no more letters no
 Not unless you  them
 From Desolation