Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

(l,m) Cave
(p) Nick & The Bad Seeds
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Blixa guitar; Conway Savage: piano;
Martyn Casey: bass; Thomas drums;
The Bad Seeds: backing
Mick Harvey & Blumberg: string arrangements;
Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Porter: violins >
( Henry's [Mute, 1992] )

Well the night was deep and the night was
And I was at the old dance-hall on the of town
big ceremony was going down
Dancers and squirmed and then,
Came apart and writhed again
squirming flies 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 tattooed breast and flaming
And a carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance
And I'm over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on Finn's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on John wife
Now John Finn's wife was of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a duty
I had knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand John Finn's wife
She got breasts and raven hair
Sprinkled with wedding
And a gang of garrotters were all giving me
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 Finns'
Next the cops, all out on the town
But it look like no trouble there
As they had for the bar in their suits
And I slip my between the things of John Finn's 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
Enter John 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 fearing for lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled
Cause all I got is knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John wife is all
And the of us walk out of the hall
Now the bore down upon us all
You hear the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did flare and did bawl
And I planted my knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched
Now I'm over near the
Every hand on John Finns' wife
Every moving on John Finns' wife
And Finns' wife
Took all the flowers
her hair
And threw on the ground
And the did hum
And the flies did around
John Finn
Lying dead the ground
dead upon the ground