Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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( 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
Some big was going down
Dancers writhed and and then,
Came and then writhed again
Like squirming on a pin
In the and in the din
Yes, in the and in the din
I fell to thinking about new wife of mad John Finn
Well, came and clock did strike
And in she came, did Finn's wife
legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson in her teeth
her way through the dance 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 town where to share a secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a bolo
Over the bandstand with John Finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and hair
with wedding confettis
And a gang of garrotters all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with
And the through the window was full of lights
Winking and awatching at John Finns'
Winking and at John Finns' wife
Next came the cops, all out on the
But it don't look like no trouble
As they had for the bar in their lumpy
And I slip my hand between the things of John wife
And they seemed to awake, her things
It was a warm and very night
The moon of blood and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight
As I plotted in the ear of John wife
Enter Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and cheroot
With his filled-down and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
Aiming at me and at his wife
The band fall silent for their lives
And with in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a knife
And mad John Finns' 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 did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched
Now I'm near the bandstand
Every hand moving on John Finns'
Every hand moving on John Finns'
And John wife
Took all the flowers
From her
And them on the ground
And the did hum
And the flies did buzz
John Finn
Lying dead the ground
Lying dead the ground