Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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( Henry's Dream [Mute, )

Well the night was deep and the night was
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of
Some big was going down
Dancers writhed and and then,
Came apart and writhed again
Like flies 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 John wife
With legs like scissors and knives
A tattooed and flaming eyes
And a crimson in her teeth
her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the
Every eye gaping on John wife
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 solemn
I had brass and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with John Finn's
She got perfumed breasts and hair
with wedding confettis
And a gang of garrotters were all giving me
Armed, as they were, machetes
And the through the window was full of lights
Winking and awatching at John Finns'
Winking and awatching at John Finns'
Next the cops, all out on the town
But it don't 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 full of blood and light
And my eyes grew and my eyes grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of Finns' wife
Enter John in his shrunken suit
With his quick eyes and black cheroot
With his teeth and a hobnail boot
And his full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and at his wife
The band fall fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a knife
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the
Now the night bore down us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets
And did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the
Of mad John Finn. I took his life
Now I'm near the bandstand
Every hand moving on Finns' wife
Every hand moving on John Finns'
And Finns' wife
Took all the down
her hair
And threw them on the
And the did hum
And the did buzz around
John Finn
Lying upon the ground
dead upon the ground