Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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(p) Nick Cave & The Bad
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Bargeld: guitar; Conway Savage: piano;
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Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Barbara violins >
( Henry's [Mute, 1992] )

Well the night was and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of
big ceremony was going down
Dancers 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 of mad John Finn
Well, midnite came and did strike
And in she came, did Finn's wife
legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming
And a crimson carnation in her
Carving her way the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the
Every eye gaping on John wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on Finn's wife
Now John wife was something of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn
I had brass and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with John wife
She got perfumed breasts and raven
Sprinkled with confettis
And a gang of garrotters were all giving me
Armed, as were, with machetes
And the night the window was full of lights
Winking and awatching at Finns' wife
Winking and awatching at John wife
Next the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look no trouble there
As they had for the bar in lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the things of John wife
And they to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and very night
The moon full of and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight
As I in the ear of John Finns' wife
John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black and black cheroot
his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
Aiming at me and aiming at his
The band fall silent for their lives
And with fear in my guts like twine
all I got is brass 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 the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did flare and guns did
And I planted my knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched
Now I'm over the bandstand
Every hand moving on John wife
Every moving on John Finns' wife
And John Finns'
Took all the down
From her
And them on the ground
And the did hum
And the flies did around
John Finn
Lying dead the ground
Lying upon the ground