🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling  of the hanging
 They're painting the passports 
 The beauty  is filled with sailors
 The circus  in town
  comes the blind commissioner
 They've got him in a 
  hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in  pants
 And the riot squad they're 
 They need somewhere  go
 As Lady and  look out tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems so 
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
  puts her hands in her back pockets
 Bette  style
 And in  Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to  I believe"
 And  says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You  leave"
  the only sound that's left
 After the  go
 Is Cinderella  up
  Desolation Row.
 
 Now  moon is almost hidden
  stars are beginning to hide
 The  lady
 Has even  all her things inside
 All except  Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
 Everybody is making 
 Or else  rain
 And the Good Samaritan, he's 
 He's getting ready for the 
 He's going to the  tonight
 On Desolation 
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath  window
  her I feel so afraid
  her twenty-second birthday
 She already  an old maid
 To her, death is  romantic
 She wears an iron 
 Her profession's her 
 Her sin is her 
 And though  eyes are fixed upon
 Noah's great 
 She spends  time peeking
  Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised  Robin Hood
 With his  in a trunk
  this way an hour ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked so  frightful
 As he bummed  cigarette
 Then  went off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to look  him
 But  was famous long ago
  playing the electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr. Filth, he keeps  world
 Inside of  leather cup
 But all his  patients
 They're trying to blow it 
 Now his nurse, some local 
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she also keeps the cards  read
 "Have  on His Soul"
 They  play on penny whistles
 You  hear them blow
 If you lean your head out  enough
 From Desolation 
 
 Across the street they've nailed  curtains
 They're getting  for the feast
 The Phantom of  Opera
 In  perfect image of a priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
 To get him to feel more 
  they'll kill him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And the  shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa here  you don't know"
 Casanova is just  punished for going
 To  Row.
 
  midnight all the agents
 And the superhuman 
 Come out and  up everyone
 That knows more than  do
 Then they bring them  the factory
 Where  heart-attack machine
 Is strapped  their shoulders
  then the kerosene
 Is brought down from the 
  insurance men who go
  to see that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to Nero's 
 The Titanic sails at 
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are  on ?"
  Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
 Fighting in  captain's tower
 While calypso singers laugh  them
 And fishermen  flowers
 Between  windows of the sea
 Where  mermaids flow
 And nobody has to think  much
  Desolation Row.
 
 Yes, I received your letter 
 About  time the door knob broke
 When you asked me  I was doing
  that some kind of joke ?
 All these people that you 
 Yes, I know them, they're  lame
  had to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
 Right now I can't read too 
 Dont send me  more letters no
 Not  you mail them
  Desolation Row.