🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards of  hanging
 They're painting  passports brown
 The beauty parlor  filled with sailors
 The circus  in town
 Here comes the  commissioner
 They've  him in a trance
 One hand is tied to  tight-rope walker
  other is in his pants
 And the riot  they're restless
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady and I look  tonight
 From  Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems so 
  takes one to know one," she smiles
 And  her hands in her back pockets
 Bette  style
 And  comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong  me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong place,  friend
 You better 
 And  only sound that's left
 After the ambulances 
  Cinderella sweeping up
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the moon is  hidden
 The stars are beginning to 
 The  lady
 Has  taken all her things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
  the hunchback of Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or else  rain
 And  Good Samaritan, he's dressing
  getting ready for the show
 He's going to  carnival tonight
 On Desolation 
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the 
 For her  feel so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She already  an old maid
 To her, death  quite romantic
  wears an iron vest
 Her  her religion
 Her sin  her lifelessness
 And though her eyes  fixed upon
 Noah's great 
 She  her time peeking
 Into  Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised as  Hood
 With  memories in a trunk
 Passed this way  hour ago
 With his friend, a  monk
 He  so immaculately frightful
 As he bummed  cigarette
  he went off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to look  him
 But he was  long ago
  playing the electric violin
 On  Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
 Inside of  leather cup
 But all  sexless patients
  trying to blow it up
  his nurse, some local loser
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she also keeps the  that read
  Mercy on His Soul"
 They all play on penny 
 You  hear them blow
 If you lean your head out far 
 From  Row.
 
 Across the street  nailed the curtains
 They're getting  for the feast
  Phantom of the Opera
 In a perfect image of  priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To get him to  more assured
 Then they'll kill him with 
 After poisoning him with 
 And  Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if you don't 
 Casanova is just  punished for going
 To  Row.
 
 At  all the agents
 And the  crew
 Come  and round up everyone
 That  more than they do
 Then they bring them  the factory
 Where the  machine
 Is  across their shoulders
 And then the 
 Is brought down from  castles
 By  men who go
 Check to see that nobody  escaping
 To Desolation 
 
 Praise  to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic  at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are  on ?"
  Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting in the captain's 
 While calypso singers  at them
 And fishermen  flowers
 Between the  of the sea
 Where lovely  flow
 And nobody has to think  much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I received  letter yesterday
 About the time the door  broke
  you asked me how I was doing
 Was  some kind of joke ?
 All  people that you mention
 Yes, I know them, they're  lame
 I had to rearrange their 
 And give them  another name
 Right now I can't  too good
 Dont send me no more letters 
  unless you mail them
 From  Row.