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 here stranded, though all doin' our best to deny it
And holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights from the opposite loft
In this room the pipes just cough
The country station plays soft
But nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my

In the empty lot where the ladies blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they 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
She's delicate and seems the mirror
But she just makes it all too and too clear
That not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her
these visions of Johanna 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 of a farewell kiss to me
He's got a lotta gall 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 these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the

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

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