Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Dukov, Barbara Porter: violins >
( Henry's Dream [Mute, )

Well the night was deep and the night was
And I was at the old on the edge of town
Some big was going down
Dancers writhed and and then,
Came apart and then writhed
squirming flies on a pin
In the and in the din
Yes, in the and in the din
I to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn
Well, came and clock did strike
And in she came, did Finn's wife
With legs like and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming
And a carnation in her teeth
her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Yeah, every eye gaping on John wife
Now John Finn's wife was something of a
In a where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a 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 me stares
Armed, as they were, machetes
And the night through the was full of lights
Winking and awatching at John wife
Winking and awatching at Finns' wife
came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble
As they had for the bar in their lumpy
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 ferocious
The moon full of blood and
And my eyes grew small and my grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns'
Enter John in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and black
his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
at me and aiming at his wife
The fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like twine
Cause all I got is brass and a bolo knife
And mad John Finns' is all
And the of us walk out of the hall
Now the night bore down us all
You could hear the in the thickets call
And guns did flare and guns did
And I planted my bolo in the neck
Of mad Finn. I took his wretched life
Now I'm near the bandstand
Every hand on John Finns' wife
Every hand on John Finns' wife
And John wife
Took all the flowers
her hair
And threw them on the
And the did hum
And the flies did buzz
Poor Finn
Lying upon the ground
Lying dead the ground