Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to 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 handful of rain, temptin' you to it
Lights from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes cough
The country music plays soft
But nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so
And these visions of that conquer my mind

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

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so
He brags of his misery, he to live dangerously
And when bringing her up
He speaks of a farewell to me
sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the while I'm in the hall
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 this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the blues
You can by the way she smiles
See the primitive freeze
When the jelly-faced all sneeze
Hear the one the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like always says
"Ya can't at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, for him
And Madonna, she still has not
We see this empty cage now
Where her of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the
He ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the truck that loads
While my conscience
The harmonicas play the skeleton and the rain
And these visions of are now all that remain