🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards  the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty parlor  filled with sailors
 The circus  in town
 Here comes the  commissioner
 They've got  in a trance
 One hand is tied to the  walker
 The other  in his pants
 And the riot  they're restless
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady and I look out 
 From  Row.
 
 Cinderella,  seems so easy
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
 And puts her hands in her  pockets
 Bette  style
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone  "You're in the wrong place, my friend
  better leave"
  the only sound that's left
 After the ambulances 
 Is  sweeping up
 On  Row.
 
 Now the moon is almost 
 The stars are beginning to 
 The fortunetelling 
 Has even  all her things inside
 All except for  and Abel
 And the hunchback of Notre 
 Everybody  making love
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good Samaritan, he's 
 He's getting ready for  show
 He's going to the  tonight
 On  Row.
 
 Now Ophelia,  'neath the window
 For  I feel so afraid
  her twenty-second birthday
 She already  an old maid
 To her, death  quite romantic
 She wears an iron 
 Her  her religion
  sin is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are  upon
 Noah's great 
 She spends  time peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
 Einstein, disguised as Robin 
 With his memories  a trunk
 Passed this way an  ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked  immaculately frightful
 As he bummed  cigarette
 Then he went  sniffing drainpipes
 And  the alphabet
 You would not think to look at 
 But he was famous  ago
 For playing the electric 
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps his 
 Inside  a leather cup
 But all his sexless 
 They're trying to blow  up
 Now his nurse, some local 
 She's  charge of the cyanide hole
 And she also keeps the cards  read
 "Have Mercy  His Soul"
 They all play on penny 
 You can  them blow
 If you lean your head out far 
 From Desolation 
 
 Across the street they've  the curtains
 They're getting ready  the feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In a perfect  of a priest
 They're  Casanova
 To get him to  more assured
  they'll kill him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him  words
 And  Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if  don't know"
  is just being punished for going
 To Desolation 
 
 At  all the agents
 And  superhuman crew
 Come out and  up everyone
 That knows more than  do
 Then they bring  to the factory
 Where the  machine
  strapped across their shoulders
 And  the kerosene
 Is brought down from the 
 By  men who go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic  at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are  on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T.  Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso  laugh at them
 And fishermen hold 
 Between  windows of the sea
 Where lovely  flow
 And  has to think too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I received your letter 
 About the time the  knob broke
 When you  me how I was doing
 Was that  kind of joke ?
  these people that you mention
 Yes, I know  they're quite lame
 I had  rearrange their faces
  give them all another name
 Right now I can't read too 
  send me no more letters no
 Not unless  mail them
 From Desolation