Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to it
flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just
The country station plays soft
But nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just and her lover so entwined
And these visions of that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key
And the all-night girls they of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them insane
Louise, she's all right, just near
She's and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too
That Johanna's not
The ghost of 'lectricity in the bones of her face
these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so
He brags of his misery, he likes to dangerously
And bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell to me
He's sure got a gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I
so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up the dawn

the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona musta had the highway blues
You can by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower
When the jelly-faced all sneeze
the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so

The peddler now speaks to the countess pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like always says
"Ya can't at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, for him
And Madonna, she has not showed
We see empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the once had flowed
The fiddler, he now to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned was owed
On the back of the fish truck loads
While my conscience
The harmonicas play the skeleton and the rain
And these of Johanna are now all that remain