🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling  of the hanging
 They're painting the  brown
 The beauty parlor is filled  sailors
 The circus is in 
 Here comes the blind 
 They've  him in a trance
 One hand is tied to the tight-rope 
 The  is in his pants
 And the riot  they're restless
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady  I look out tonight
 From Desolation 
 
 Cinderella, she seems so 
 "It takes one to  one," she smiles
 And puts  hands in her back pockets
 Bette Davis 
  in comes Romeo, he's moaning
 "You belong to me I 
 And someone says, "You're in the wrong  my friend
 You  leave"
 And the only sound that's 
 After the  go
 Is  sweeping up
 On  Row.
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The  are beginning to hide
 The fortunetelling 
 Has even taken all her  inside
  except for Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback of Notre 
 Everybody is  love
 Or  expecting rain
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
 He's getting  for the show
 He's going to  carnival tonight
  Desolation Row.
 
  Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
 For her  feel so afraid
 On her twenty-second 
 She already is an old 
 To her,  is quite romantic
  wears an iron vest
 Her  her religion
 Her sin is  lifelessness
 And  her eyes are fixed upon
  great rainbow
 She  her time peeking
  Desolation Row.
 
 Einstein, disguised  Robin Hood
 With his memories in  trunk
 Passed  way an hour ago
  his friend, a jealous monk
 He looked  immaculately frightful
 As he  a cigarette
 Then he went  sniffing drainpipes
 And reciting  alphabet
 You would not think to  at him
  he was famous long ago
 For  the electric violin
 On Desolation 
 
 Dr.  he keeps his world
 Inside of  leather cup
  all his sexless patients
 They're trying to blow it 
 Now his nurse,  local loser
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she  keeps the cards that read
 "Have Mercy on  Soul"
 They  play on penny whistles
 You can hear them 
  you lean your head out far enough
 From Desolation 
 
 Across the street they've  the curtains
 They're getting ready for the 
 The  of the Opera
 In  perfect image of a priest
 They're spoonfeeding 
 To get him to feel more 
 Then they'll kill him  self-confidence
 After poisoning him with 
 And  Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
 "Get outa  if you don't know"
 Casanova  just being punished for going
 To Desolation 
 
 At midnight  the agents
 And the  crew
 Come out and round  everyone
 That knows  than they do
 Then they bring them to  factory
 Where the heart-attack 
 Is  across their shoulders
  then the kerosene
 Is brought  from the castles
  insurance men who go
 Check to see  nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be to Nero's 
 The Titanic sails  dawn
 Everybody's shouting
  side are you on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and T. S. 
 Fighting in  captain's tower
 While calypso singers  at them
  fishermen hold flowers
 Between the  of the sea
 Where lovely mermaids 
  nobody has to think too much
 About  Row.
 
 Yes, I received your letter 
 About the  the door knob broke
 When  asked me how I was doing
 Was that some kind of  ?
 All these  that you mention
 Yes, I know them,  quite lame
 I  to rearrange their faces
 And give  all another name
 Right now I can't read  good
 Dont send me  more letters no
 Not unless you  them
 From  Row.