Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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( Henry's [Mute, 1992] )

Well the night was deep and the was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the of town
Some big ceremony was down
Dancers writhed and and then,
Came and then writhed again
Like flies on a pin
In the and in the din
Yes, in the and in the din
I fell to thinking brand new wife of mad John Finn
Well, midnite came and clock did
And in she came, did John wife
With legs like and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming
And a crimson carnation in her
Carving her way through the floor
And I'm standing by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Yeah, every eye on John Finn's wife
Now Finn's wife was something of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a duty
I had brass and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with Finn's wife
She got perfumed and raven hair
with wedding confettis
And a gang of were all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with
And the night through the window was full of
and awatching at John Finns' wife
Winking and at John Finns' wife
came the cops, all out on the town
But it look like no trouble there
As they had for the bar in their lumpy
And I slip my hand between the things of John Finn's
And they seemed to yawn awake, her
It was a warm and very night
The moon full of and light
And my eyes grew small and my grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of Finns' wife
John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and cheroot
With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall fearing for their lives
And fear in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the three of us out of the hall
Now the night bore upon us all
You could hear the 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 wife
Every hand moving on John wife
And Finns' wife
Took all the flowers
From her
And them on the ground
And the did hum
And the did buzz around
Poor Finn
dead upon the ground
Lying upon the ground