Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

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

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

Now, boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live
And when her name up
He of a farewell kiss to me
sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall I'm in the hall
How can I
It's so to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the

Inside the museums, infinity up on trial
echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
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 hang from the 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 I'll go out and say a for him"
But like Louise says
"Ya can't at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, for him
And Madonna, she has not showed
We see empty cage now corrode
Where her of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned was owed
On the of the fish truck that loads
my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton and the rain
And visions of Johanna are now all that remain