Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

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

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

Now, boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he to live dangerously
And bringing her name up
He speaks of a kiss to me
sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the while I'm in the hall
How can I
It's so to get on
And these of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway
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 can't my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the
But these visions of Johanna, make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and 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 still has not
We see empty cage now corrode
her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the
He writes ev'rything's been which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that
While my explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton and the rain
And these visions of are now all that remain