Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

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

In the empty lot where the ladies play bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or that's insane
Louise, she's all right, just near
She's and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too and too clear
That Johanna's not
The ghost of 'lectricity in the bones of her face
Where 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 lotta to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the
How can I
It's so to get on
And visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

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

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