🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

  selling postcards of the hanging
  painting the passports brown
 The beauty  is filled with sailors
 The circus  in town
 Here comes  blind commissioner
 They've got him  a trance
  hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
  other is in his pants
 And the riot  they're restless
 They need somewhere  go
  Lady and I look out tonight
 From Desolation 
 
 Cinderella, she  so easy
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
 And puts her  in her back pockets
 Bette  style
 And  comes Romeo, he's moaning
  belong to me I believe"
 And  says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You  leave"
 And the only sound  left
 After the ambulances 
 Is  sweeping up
 On Desolation 
 
  the moon is almost hidden
 The stars  beginning to hide
  fortunetelling lady
 Has even  all her things inside
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
  else expecting rain
 And  Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting  for the show
 He's going to the carnival 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath  window
 For her I feel so 
 On  twenty-second birthday
 She already is  old maid
 To her, death is quite 
 She wears  iron vest
  profession's her religion
 Her  is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are fixed 
 Noah's  rainbow
  spends her time peeking
 Into  Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised as Robin 
 With his  in a trunk
  this way an hour ago
 With his  a jealous monk
 He looked  immaculately frightful
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he went  sniffing drainpipes
  reciting the alphabet
 You would not think to look  him
  he was famous long ago
 For playing the electric 
 On  Row.
 
 Dr. Filth,  keeps his world
 Inside of a  cup
  all his sexless patients
 They're  to blow it up
 Now his  some local loser
 She's in charge  the cyanide hole
 And she  keeps the cards that read
 "Have Mercy on  Soul"
 They all play  penny whistles
 You can hear them 
 If you  your head out far enough
 From  Row.
 
 Across the street they've  the curtains
 They're getting ready  the feast
 The Phantom  the Opera
 In a perfect  of a priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him to feel  assured
 Then they'll kill  with self-confidence
 After poisoning  with words
 And the Phantom's shouting  skinny girls
 "Get outa here if  don't know"
 Casanova is just being punished for 
 To  Row.
 
 At midnight all the 
 And the superhuman 
 Come out  round up everyone
 That knows more  they do
 Then they bring  to the factory
 Where  heart-attack machine
  strapped across their shoulders
 And  the kerosene
 Is brought down from the 
 By insurance men  go
 Check to see that nobody  escaping
 To  Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The  sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you  ?"
 And  Pound and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh at 
 And  hold flowers
  the windows of the sea
  lovely mermaids flow
 And nobody  to think too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I received your  yesterday
 About the time  door knob broke
 When  asked me how I was doing
 Was that some kind  joke ?
  these people that you mention
 Yes, I know them, they're quite 
 I had to  their faces
 And give them all another 
 Right now  can't read too good
  send me no more letters no
 Not  you mail them
 From  Row.