Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

Ain't it like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit stranded, though 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 cough
The country music station plays
But there's nothing, really nothing to off
Just and her lover so entwined
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 his flashlight
Ask if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the
But she just it all too concise and too clear
That not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her
Where these of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so
He of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when her name up
He speaks of a farewell to me
He's 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, kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like a while
But Mona Lisa had the highway blues
You can by the way she smiles
See the primitive freeze
When the jelly-faced women all
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to 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 has not showed
We see this empty cage now
Where her of the stage once had flowed
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 harmonicas the skeleton keys and the rain
And visions of Johanna are now all that remain