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 our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, you to defy it
Lights from the opposite loft
In this the heat pipes just cough
The country station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to off
Just Louise and her lover so
And these visions of that conquer my mind

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

Now, little boy lost, he takes so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to dangerously
And bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell to me
sure got a lotta 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 kept me up the dawn

the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like a while
But Mona Lisa had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
See the primitive freeze
When the women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so

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