🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling  of the hanging
 They're painting the  brown
 The beauty parlor  filled with sailors
 The circus is in 
  comes the blind commissioner
 They've got him in a 
 One hand is tied to  tight-rope walker
 The other is in  pants
 And  riot squad they're restless
  need somewhere to go
 As Lady  I look out tonight
 From  Row.
 
  she seems so easy
 "It takes  to know one," she smiles
  puts her hands in her back pockets
 Bette Davis 
 And in comes Romeo, he's 
 "You  to me I believe"
 And someone says,  in the wrong place, my friend
 You  leave"
 And the only  that's left
  the ambulances go
 Is Cinderella  up
 On  Row.
 
 Now the  is almost hidden
 The stars are beginning  hide
 The fortunetelling 
 Has  taken all her things inside
 All except for  and Abel
 And  hunchback of Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or else  rain
 And  Good Samaritan, he's dressing
 He's getting  for the show
 He's  to the carnival tonight
 On Desolation 
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her I feel so 
  her twenty-second birthday
 She already is an  maid
 To her, death is  romantic
 She wears an iron 
 Her profession's her 
 Her sin is  lifelessness
  though her eyes are fixed upon
  great rainbow
 She spends  time peeking
 Into Desolation 
 
 Einstein, disguised as Robin 
 With his memories  a trunk
 Passed this  an hour ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked so immaculately 
  he bummed a cigarette
 Then he went off  drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
  would not think to look at him
 But he was famous  ago
 For playing  electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
  Filth, he keeps his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But  his sexless patients
 They're trying to  it up
 Now his nurse, some  loser
 She's in charge of the  hole
 And she also keeps the cards  read
 "Have Mercy  His Soul"
 They all play on penny 
 You can hear  blow
 If you lean your head  far enough
  Desolation Row.
 
 Across the street they've nailed the 
 They're  ready for the feast
 The Phantom  the Opera
 In a perfect image of  priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To get  to feel more assured
 Then they'll kill  with self-confidence
 After  him with words
 And  Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here  you don't know"
 Casanova is just being  for going
  Desolation Row.
 
 At  all the agents
 And the superhuman 
 Come out and  up everyone
  knows more than they do
 Then they bring  to the factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is strapped across their 
 And then  kerosene
 Is brought  from the castles
 By  men who go
  to see that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to  Neptune
 The Titanic  at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you  ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T. S. 
 Fighting  the captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh at 
 And  hold flowers
 Between the windows  the sea
  lovely mermaids flow
 And  has to think too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I received  letter yesterday
 About the time the door  broke
 When you asked me how  was doing
 Was that some kind  joke ?
 All these people that you 
 Yes, I  them, they're quite lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give them  another name
 Right now I can't read too 
 Dont send me no  letters no
 Not unless you  them
  Desolation Row.