🎵 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  in town
 Here comes the blind 
  got him in a trance
 One hand  tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other  in his pants
 And the  squad they're restless
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady and I  out tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems so 
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
 And  her hands in her back pockets
  Davis style
 And  comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to  I believe"
 And  says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You better 
 And the only sound  left
 After the ambulances 
  Cinderella sweeping up
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the moon is almost 
 The stars are beginning  hide
  fortunetelling lady
 Has  taken all her things inside
 All except for  and Abel
 And the hunchback of  Dame
 Everybody  making love
 Or else  rain
 And  Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting ready  the show
 He's going to  carnival tonight
 On Desolation 
 
 Now  she's 'neath the window
  her I feel so afraid
  her twenty-second birthday
 She already  an old maid
  her, death is quite romantic
 She wears  iron vest
 Her profession's her 
 Her sin is  lifelessness
 And  her eyes are fixed upon
 Noah's  rainbow
 She spends her  peeking
 Into  Row.
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With his memories in  trunk
 Passed this way an hour 
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked  immaculately frightful
 As he bummed a 
 Then he went  sniffing drainpipes
 And  the alphabet
 You would not  to look at him
 But he  famous long ago
  playing the electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
  of a leather cup
 But  his sexless patients
 They're  to blow it up
 Now his nurse, some  loser
 She's in charge of the  hole
 And she also keeps the  that read
 "Have Mercy  His Soul"
 They all play on penny 
  can hear them blow
 If you lean your head  far enough
 From  Row.
 
 Across the street  nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect image  a priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To get  to feel more assured
 Then they'll kill him with 
 After poisoning him with 
 And the  shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if  don't know"
 Casanova  just being punished for going
  Desolation Row.
 
 At midnight  the agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and round up 
 That  more than they do
 Then  bring them to the factory
 Where  heart-attack machine
  strapped across their shoulders
 And then  kerosene
 Is brought down from the 
 By  men who go
  to 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 and  S. Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh at 
  fishermen hold flowers
 Between the windows of the 
 Where lovely  flow
 And nobody  to think too much
  Desolation Row.
 
  I received your letter yesterday
 About the time the door knob 
 When you  me how I was doing
 Was that some kind of joke 
 All these people  you mention
  I know them, they're quite lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
 Right  I can't read too good
 Dont send me  more letters no
 Not unless you mail 
 From Desolation