🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards of  hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty parlor  filled with sailors
 The  is in town
  comes the blind commissioner
  got him in a trance
 One hand is tied  the tight-rope walker
 The other is  his pants
 And  riot squad they're restless
 They need somewhere  go
 As Lady  I look out tonight
 From  Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems  easy
 "It takes one to know  she smiles
 And  her hands in her back pockets
 Bette  style
 And  comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me I 
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong  my friend
  better leave"
 And  only sound that's left
  the ambulances go
 Is  sweeping up
 On  Row.
 
 Now the moon is  hidden
 The  are beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling 
 Has even taken  her things inside
 All except for Cain and 
  the hunchback of Notre Dame
 Everybody is  love
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
  getting ready for the show
 He's going to the carnival 
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now Ophelia,  'neath the window
 For her I  so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She already  an old maid
 To her,  is quite romantic
 She  an iron vest
 Her profession's  religion
  sin is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes  fixed upon
 Noah's great 
 She spends  time peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With  memories in a trunk
  this way an hour ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He  so immaculately frightful
 As  bummed a cigarette
  he went off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would  think to look at him
 But he was famous long 
  playing the electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps his 
 Inside of a leather 
 But all his sexless 
 They're trying  blow it up
 Now  nurse, some local loser
 She's  charge of the cyanide hole
 And she  keeps the cards that read
 "Have  on His Soul"
 They  play on penny whistles
 You can hear them 
  you lean your head out far enough
 From Desolation 
 
 Across the street they've nailed the 
 They're getting ready for  feast
 The Phantom  the Opera
 In  perfect image of a priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
 To  him to feel more assured
 Then  kill him with self-confidence
  poisoning him with words
 And the Phantom's shouting to skinny 
 "Get outa here if you don't 
  is just being punished for going
 To Desolation 
 
 At midnight all the 
 And the superhuman 
 Come out  round up everyone
 That knows  than they do
 Then they bring them  the factory
 Where the  machine
 Is strapped across their 
 And then the 
 Is brought down from  castles
 By insurance men who 
 Check to  that nobody is escaping
 To  Row.
 
  be to Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic sails at 
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
 And Ezra Pound  T. S. Eliot
 Fighting in the captain's 
 While calypso singers  at them
 And fishermen hold 
 Between the windows  the sea
 Where lovely mermaids 
 And nobody has to think  much
  Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I received your  yesterday
 About the  the door knob broke
 When you asked me  I was doing
 Was that some kind  joke ?
  these people that you mention
 Yes, I know them, they're quite 
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
 Right now  can't read too good
 Dont send me no more  no
 Not unless you  them
 From Desolation