🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling  of the hanging
 They're painting the  brown
 The beauty  is filled with sailors
 The  is in town
 Here comes the blind 
 They've got him  a trance
 One hand is  to the tight-rope walker
 The other is  his pants
 And  riot squad they're restless
  need somewhere to go
 As Lady  I look out tonight
 From Desolation 
 
  she seems so easy
 "It takes one to know one," she 
 And puts her hands in  back pockets
  Davis style
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me I 
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my 
 You better 
 And the only sound  left
 After the  go
 Is  sweeping up
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The stars are beginning  hide
 The  lady
 Has even  all her things inside
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback of Notre 
 Everybody  making love
  else expecting rain
 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 her  feel so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She  is an old maid
 To her, death is quite 
 She wears an  vest
 Her profession's her 
 Her sin is her 
  though her eyes are fixed upon
  great rainbow
 She spends her  peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
 Einstein,  as Robin Hood
 With his memories  a trunk
 Passed this way  hour ago
 With his friend,  jealous monk
  looked so immaculately frightful
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he went off  drainpipes
 And reciting the 
 You would not think to look at 
 But  was famous long ago
 For playing the  violin
 On  Row.
 
  Filth, he keeps his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But all his sexless 
 They're trying to blow it 
 Now  nurse, some local loser
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she also keeps  cards that read
 "Have  on His Soul"
 They  play on penny whistles
 You can  them blow
 If you lean your head out  enough
 From  Row.
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready  the feast
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect image of  priest
 They're  Casanova
 To get  to feel more assured
 Then they'll  him with self-confidence
  poisoning him with words
  the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here  you don't know"
 Casanova  just being punished for going
  Desolation Row.
 
 At midnight all  agents
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and  up everyone
 That  more than they do
 Then they bring  to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is strapped across their 
 And then the 
 Is  down from the castles
 By insurance  who go
 Check to see  nobody is escaping
 To Desolation 
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails at 
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T.  Eliot
  in the captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh  them
  fishermen hold flowers
 Between the windows of the 
 Where  mermaids flow
 And nobody has to think  much
 About  Row.
 
 Yes, I received  letter yesterday
 About the time  door knob broke
 When you asked me how  was doing
 Was that  kind of joke ?
  these people that you mention
 Yes, I  them, they're quite lame
 I  to rearrange their faces
 And give them all another 
 Right now I  read too good
 Dont send me no  letters no
 Not unless you mail 
 From Desolation