Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play when 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, you to defy it
Lights from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes cough
The music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really to turn off
Louise and her lover so entwined
And these of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key
And the girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, all right, she's just near
delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too
That not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her
Where these visions of 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 talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I
It's so to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what must be like after a while
But Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
See the primitive wallflower
the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I 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 who's 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 look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, for him
And Madonna, she still has not
We see this empty now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had
The fiddler, he now to the road
He writes ev'rything's returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that
While my conscience
The harmonicas play the keys and the rain
And these visions of are now all that remain