Luyện nghe bài hát Visions Of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to tricks when you're tryin' to
be so ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to it
And holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights from the opposite loft
In this room the heat just cough
The music station plays soft
But there's nothing, nothing to turn off
Just and her lover so entwined
And these visions of that conquer my mind.
Inside the museums, Infinity up on trial
echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa had the highway blues
You can by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower
the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one the mustache say, "Jeeze
I find my knees"
and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to
for him
Sayin', "Name me someone who's not a and I'll go out and
say a for him"
But Louise always says
"Ya can't at much, can ya man ?"
As she, herself, for him
And Madonna, she still hasn't
We see the cage now corrode
Where her of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now on the road
He writes been returned which was owed
On the back of the trucks that load
my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the keys and the rain
And these visions of are now all that remain.