🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

 They're selling postcards  the hanging
 They're  the passports brown
 The beauty parlor is filled  sailors
 The circus is  town
 Here comes the  commissioner
  got him in a trance
 One hand is tied to  tight-rope walker
 The other is in his 
 And the riot squad they're 
 They need somewhere to 
 As Lady  I look out tonight
 From  Row.
 
 Cinderella, she seems so 
  takes one to know one," she smiles
 And puts her hands  her back pockets
 Bette Davis 
 And in comes Romeo, he's 
 "You belong  me I believe"
  someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
 You  leave"
 And the  sound that's left
 After the  go
 Is Cinderella sweeping 
 On Desolation 
 
 Now the moon  almost hidden
 The stars  beginning to hide
  fortunetelling lady
 Has even taken all her things 
 All  for Cain and Abel
 And the hunchback  Notre Dame
 Everybody is  love
 Or else expecting 
 And the Good Samaritan,  dressing
 He's getting ready  the show
 He's going  the carnival tonight
 On Desolation 
 
 Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the 
 For her I feel so 
  her twenty-second birthday
 She already is an  maid
 To  death is quite romantic
 She wears an  vest
 Her  her religion
 Her  is her lifelessness
 And though her eyes are fixed 
  great rainbow
 She  her time peeking
 Into  Row.
 
  disguised as Robin Hood
 With his memories  a trunk
  this way an hour ago
 With his friend, a  monk
  looked so immaculately frightful
 As he  a cigarette
 Then he went off  drainpipes
  reciting the alphabet
 You would not  to look at him
 But he was  long ago
 For  the electric violin
 On  Row.
 
 Dr. Filth,  keeps his world
 Inside of a  cup
 But all his sexless 
  trying to blow it up
 Now his  some local loser
 She's in charge of the cyanide 
 And she also  the cards that read
 "Have Mercy  His Soul"
 They all play on  whistles
 You  hear them blow
 If you lean your head  far enough
 From Desolation 
 
 Across the street  nailed the curtains
 They're getting  for the feast
 The  of the Opera
 In a perfect  of a priest
  spoonfeeding Casanova
  get him to feel more assured
 Then they'll  him with self-confidence
 After poisoning him  words
 And the Phantom's  to skinny girls
 "Get outa here if you  know"
 Casanova is just being  for going
 To Desolation 
 
 At midnight all the 
 And  superhuman crew
 Come out  round up everyone
 That knows more  they do
 Then they bring them to the 
  the heart-attack machine
 Is strapped across their 
 And  the kerosene
  brought down from the castles
  insurance men who go
 Check  see that nobody is escaping
  Desolation Row.
 
 Praise be  Nero's Neptune
  Titanic sails at dawn
 Everybody's shouting
 "Which  are you on ?"
 And Ezra Pound and  S. Eliot
 Fighting in the captain's 
  calypso singers laugh at them
 And  hold flowers
 Between  windows of the sea
  lovely mermaids flow
 And nobody has to think  much
 About Desolation 
 
  I received your letter yesterday
 About the time the door knob 
 When you asked  how I was doing
 Was that some kind of joke 
 All  people that you mention
 Yes, I know them,  quite lame
 I  to rearrange their faces
 And give them  another name
  now I can't read too good
  send me no more letters no
 Not  you mail them
 From  Row.