Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

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

In the empty lot where the ladies play bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D"
We can hear the watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's
Louise, she's all right, she's near
She's delicate and seems the mirror
But she just makes it all too and too clear
Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the 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 likes to dangerously
And bringing 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 wall while I'm in the
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 is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona musta had the highway blues
You can by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower
When the jelly-faced all sneeze
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 seem so

The peddler now speaks to the 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 always
"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
Where her cape of the once had flowed
The fiddler, he now to the road
He writes ev'rything's returned which was owed
On the back of the truck that loads
my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the keys and the rain
And these of Johanna are now all that remain