🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

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