Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our 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 just
The country music station plays
But there's nothing, really to turn off
Just and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's 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, she's just
She's and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too and too clear
That not here
The ghost of howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he to live dangerously
And when her name up
He speaks of a farewell to me
He's sure got a gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the while I'm in the hall
How can I
so hard 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 by the way she smiles
See the primitive freeze
the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, make it all seem so cruel

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