🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards of  hanging
  painting the passports brown
 The beauty parlor is  with sailors
 The  is in town
 Here comes the blind 
  got him in a trance
 One hand  tied to the tight-rope walker
 The other is in his 
 And the riot  they're restless
  need somewhere to go
 As Lady and I  out tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
 Cinderella,  seems so easy
 "It takes one to know one,"  smiles
 And puts her hands in her back 
 Bette Davis 
 And in comes Romeo,  moaning
  belong to me I believe"
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong  my friend
 You better 
  the only sound that's left
 After the ambulances 
 Is Cinderella sweeping 
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The stars are  to hide
  fortunetelling lady
  even taken all her things inside
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback of Notre 
 Everybody is  love
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good  he's dressing
 He's getting  for the show
 He's going to the  tonight
 On  Row.
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath  window
 For her I feel  afraid
 On her  birthday
 She  is an old maid
 To  death is quite romantic
 She wears an iron 
 Her profession's  religion
 Her  is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are  upon
 Noah's  rainbow
 She  her time peeking
  Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised as Robin 
 With his  in a trunk
  this way an hour ago
 With his friend, a jealous 
  looked so immaculately frightful
 As he bummed a 
 Then he  off sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to look at 
 But he  famous long ago
  playing the electric violin
  Desolation Row.
 
 Dr. Filth, he  his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But all  sexless patients
 They're  to blow it up
 Now his nurse, some local 
 She's in charge of the  hole
  she also keeps the cards that read
 "Have Mercy on His 
 They  play on penny whistles
  can hear them blow
 If you  your head out far enough
 From  Row.
 
 Across  street they've nailed the curtains
 They're getting ready for the 
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect image of  priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To get him to  more assured
 Then they'll kill  with self-confidence
  poisoning him with words
 And the  shouting to skinny girls
 "Get  here if you don't know"
 Casanova  just being punished for going
 To  Row.
 
 At midnight all the 
  the superhuman crew
 Come out and round  everyone
 That knows more  they do
 Then they bring them to  factory
 Where the  machine
 Is strapped  their shoulders
 And then the 
 Is brought  from the castles
 By insurance men who 
 Check to see that  is escaping
 To  Row.
 
 Praise be  Nero's Neptune
 The Titanic  at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which side are you  ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T.  Eliot
 Fighting in the  tower
 While calypso singers laugh  them
 And  hold flowers
 Between the windows  the sea
 Where lovely  flow
 And nobody has to  too much
 About Desolation 
 
 Yes, I received your letter 
 About  time the door knob broke
 When you asked  how I was doing
 Was that  kind of joke ?
 All these people  you mention
 Yes, I  them, they're quite lame
 I had to rearrange their 
  give them all another name
 Right now I can't  too good
 Dont send me no more letters 
 Not  you mail them
 From Desolation