Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

(l,m) Nick
(p) Cave & The Bad Seeds
< Nick Cave: vocals; Mick Harvey: guitar, organ, backing vocals;
Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Savage: piano;
Martyn Casey: Thomas Wydler: drums;
The Bad Seeds: backing
Mick & David Blumberg: string arrangements;
Dennis cello; Bruce Dukov, Barbara Porter: violins >
( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

Well the was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going
writhed and squirmed and then,
Came apart and then writhed
Like squirming on a pin
In the and in the din
Yes, in the and in the din
I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad Finn
Well, came and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's
With legs like scissors and butcher's
A tattooed and flaming eyes
And a carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the floor
And I'm over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's
Now John Finn's was something of a mystery
In a where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the with John Finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and hair
Sprinkled with confettis
And a gang of garrotters all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, machetes
And the night through the window was of lights
Winking and awatching at John Finns'
Winking and awatching at John wife
Next came the cops, all out on the
But it don't look like no there
As they had for the bar in lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the things of John Finn's
And they seemed to awake, her things
It was a warm and ferocious night
The moon of blood and light
And my grew small and my eyes grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns'
Enter John Finn in his shrunken
his quick black eyes and black cheroot
With his filled-down and a hobnail boot
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his
The band fall silent fearing for lives
And with fear in my guts like twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the three of us out of the hall
Now the night bore down us all
You could the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the
Of mad Finn. I took his wretched life
Now I'm over near the
Every hand moving on John Finns'
Every hand moving on John Finns'
And Finns' wife
all the flowers down
From her
And threw on the ground
And the did hum
And the flies did buzz
Poor Finn
Lying dead upon the
Lying upon the ground