Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

(l,m) Nick
(p) Cave & The Bad Seeds
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( Dream [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 and squirmed 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 John wife
With like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and eyes
And a crimson in her teeth
Carving her way through the floor
And I'm over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Yeah, every eye gaping on Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was of a mystery
In a town where to share a secret was a solemn duty
I had knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand John Finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and hair
Sprinkled wedding confettis
And a of garrotters were all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with
And the night through the window was full of
and awatching at John Finns' wife
Winking and at John Finns' wife
Next the cops, all out on the town
But it don't like no trouble there
As they had for the bar in their suits
And I my hand between the things of John Finn's wife
And they seemed to awake, her things
It was a and very ferocious night
The moon full of blood and
And my eyes small and my eyes grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of John wife
John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and black
With his teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall silent fearing for lives
And with in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass 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 hear the crickets in the thickets
And guns did flare and guns did
And I planted my knife in the neck
Of mad Finn. I took his wretched life
Now I'm over the bandstand
Every moving on John Finns' wife
Every hand on John Finns' wife
And Finns' wife
all the flowers down
From her
And threw them on the
And the did hum
And the flies did buzz
John Finn
Lying dead the ground
Lying dead the ground