🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards of the 
 They're painting the  brown
 The beauty parlor is filled  sailors
  circus is in town
 Here comes the  commissioner
 They've got him  a trance
 One hand is  to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in  pants
  the riot squad they're restless
  need somewhere to go
 As Lady and I  out tonight
 From Desolation 
 
 Cinderella, she seems  easy
 "It takes one to know  she smiles
 And puts her hands in  back pockets
 Bette  style
 And in comes Romeo,  moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
  someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You  leave"
 And the only sound that's 
  the ambulances go
 Is Cinderella  up
 On  Row.
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The  are beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling 
 Has even taken all her  inside
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And  hunchback of Notre Dame
  is making love
 Or  expecting rain
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
 He's getting ready for  show
 He's going to the carnival 
  Desolation Row.
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her I  so afraid
 On her  birthday
 She already is an  maid
 To her, death is  romantic
 She wears an  vest
  profession's her religion
  sin is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes  fixed upon
  great rainbow
 She  her time peeking
  Desolation Row.
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With his memories in  trunk
 Passed this  an hour ago
 With his  a jealous monk
 He looked  immaculately frightful
 As he bummed  cigarette
 Then he went off  drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not  to look at him
  he was famous long ago
  playing the electric violin
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
 Inside of  leather cup
 But all  sexless patients
 They're trying to blow it 
 Now  nurse, some local loser
  in charge of the cyanide hole
 And she also keeps the cards that 
 "Have Mercy on His 
 They  play on penny whistles
 You  hear them blow
 If you lean your head out far 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In a  image of a priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
  get him to feel more assured
 Then they'll  him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And the Phantom's shouting to skinny 
  outa here if you don't know"
 Casanova is just being  for going
 To  Row.
 
  midnight all the agents
 And the superhuman 
 Come out  round up everyone
  knows more than they do
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where the  machine
 Is strapped  their shoulders
 And  the kerosene
 Is brought down from the 
 By  men who go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
 To Desolation 
 
 Praise be to Nero's 
 The Titanic  at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are  on ?"
 And Ezra Pound  T. S. Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso  laugh at them
 And fishermen hold 
 Between the windows  the sea
 Where lovely  flow
 And nobody has  think too much
  Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I received your  yesterday
 About the time  door knob broke
 When  asked me how I was doing
  that some kind of joke ?
 All these  that you mention
 Yes, I know them, they're quite 
 I had to rearrange their 
  give them all another name
 Right now  can't read too good
 Dont send me no more  no
  unless you mail them
  Desolation Row.