Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to it
Lights from the opposite loft
In this room the pipes just cough
The music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to off
Just and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that my mind

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

Now, little boy lost, he himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to dangerously
And bringing her name up
He of a farewell kiss 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 me up past the dawn

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

The now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always
"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 of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was
On the back of the fish truck loads
While my explodes
The harmonicas play the keys and the rain
And these of Johanna are now all that remain