🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards of  hanging
 They're  the passports brown
 The  parlor is filled with sailors
 The  is in town
  comes the blind commissioner
  got him in a trance
 One hand is  to the tight-rope walker
 The other  in his pants
 And the  squad they're restless
 They  somewhere to go
 As  and I look out tonight
 From Desolation 
 
 Cinderella,  seems so easy
 "It  one to know one," she smiles
 And puts her hands in  back pockets
 Bette  style
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong place,  friend
 You  leave"
 And the only  that's left
 After  ambulances go
 Is Cinderella  up
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now  moon is almost hidden
 The stars are  to hide
  fortunetelling lady
 Has even taken all her things 
  except for Cain and Abel
  the hunchback of Notre Dame
  is making love
 Or else expecting 
  the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting ready  the show
  going to the carnival tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the 
 For  I feel so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She already is  old maid
  her, death is quite romantic
 She wears  iron vest
 Her profession's her 
 Her  is her lifelessness
 And  her eyes are fixed upon
 Noah's great 
 She  her time peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
 Einstein, disguised as Robin 
 With his  in a trunk
 Passed this way an  ago
 With his friend, a  monk
 He looked so  frightful
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he went off sniffing 
 And  the alphabet
 You would not think to  at him
 But he was famous long 
  playing the electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr.  he keeps his world
 Inside of a leather 
 But all his  patients
  trying to blow it up
 Now his nurse,  local loser
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she also keeps the cards  read
 "Have  on His Soul"
 They all play  penny whistles
 You  hear them blow
 If you lean your  out far enough
  Desolation Row.
 
 Across the  they've nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready for the 
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect image of  priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him to feel more 
 Then they'll kill  with self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And the Phantom's  to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if you  know"
 Casanova is  being punished for going
 To Desolation 
 
 At midnight all  agents
 And  superhuman crew
 Come  and round up everyone
  knows more than they do
 Then they bring them to the 
 Where the  machine
 Is strapped across their 
  then the kerosene
 Is  down from the castles
  insurance men who go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
 To Desolation 
 
 Praise be  Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails  dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you  ?"
 And Ezra  and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting in the  tower
 While calypso singers laugh at 
 And fishermen  flowers
 Between  windows of the sea
 Where lovely mermaids 
 And nobody has to think  much
 About  Row.
 
  I received your letter yesterday
  the time the door knob broke
 When you asked me  I was doing
 Was that some kind of joke 
 All  people that you mention
 Yes, I know them, they're quite 
 I had to rearrange their 
 And  them all another name
 Right now  can't read too good
 Dont send me  more letters no
 Not unless you  them
  Desolation Row.