🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

  selling postcards of the hanging
 They're  the passports brown
 The beauty parlor is  with sailors
 The circus  in town
 Here  the blind commissioner
 They've  him in a trance
 One hand is tied  the tight-rope walker
 The other is  his pants
 And the  squad they're restless
 They need somewhere  go
 As Lady and I look out 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she  so easy
 "It takes one to know  she smiles
 And puts  hands in her back pockets
  Davis style
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my 
  better leave"
 And the only sound that's 
 After  ambulances go
  Cinderella sweeping up
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the  is almost hidden
 The stars are beginning to 
 The fortunetelling 
  even taken all her things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or  expecting rain
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
 He's  ready for the show
 He's  to the carnival tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia, she's  the window
 For her  feel so afraid
 On her  birthday
 She already  an old maid
 To  death is quite romantic
 She wears an iron 
 Her profession's  religion
 Her sin  her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are  upon
 Noah's great 
 She spends  time peeking
  Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised  Robin Hood
 With his  in a trunk
 Passed this way an  ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked so  frightful
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he went  sniffing drainpipes
  reciting the alphabet
 You would not think  look at him
 But he was  long ago
 For playing  electric violin
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps his 
 Inside of a leather 
 But all his  patients
 They're trying  blow it up
 Now his  some local loser
  in charge of the cyanide hole
 And she  keeps the cards that read
 "Have Mercy on  Soul"
 They all play on penny 
  can hear them blow
 If you lean your head  far enough
 From Desolation 
 
  the street they've nailed the curtains
 They're  ready for the feast
 The Phantom of the 
 In a perfect  of a priest
 They're  Casanova
 To get him to feel more 
 Then they'll  him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him  words
  the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if you  know"
 Casanova is just being punished  going
  Desolation Row.
 
  midnight all the agents
 And  superhuman crew
 Come out and round  everyone
 That  more than they do
 Then they  them to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is strapped across their 
 And then the 
  brought down from the castles
 By insurance men who 
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
 To  Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails  dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which  are you on ?"
  Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
  in the captain's tower
  calypso singers laugh at them
  fishermen hold flowers
 Between the  of the sea
  lovely mermaids flow
  nobody has to think too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I  your letter yesterday
 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  them, they're quite lame
 I  to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
  now I can't read too good
 Dont send me no more letters 
 Not unless you  them
  Desolation Row.