Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

Well, the was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance hall on the edge of town,
Some big ceremony was going
Well dancers writhed and squirmed and

Came apart and then writhed
squirming flies on a pin
In the and in the din, in the heat and in the din
I fell to thinking about new wife of mad John Finn

Well, midnight came and clock did
And in she came, did Finn's wife
With like scissors and butcher's knives
Tattooed breast and flaming

And a crimson carnation in her
Carving her way through the dance
And I'm standing by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on Finn's wife
Every eye on John Finn's wife
Oh

Now John wife was something of a mystery
In a where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a knife
Over near the bandstand John Finn's wife

She got perfumed and raven hair
with wedding confettis
And a gang of garroters were all me stares
Armed, as they were, machetes

Well the night through the window was of lights
Winking and watching at John Finns'
Winking and watching at John Finns'

Well came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble
As they had for the bar in lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the things of John wife

They seemed to yawn awake, her
It was a warm and very ferocious
And the moon was full of and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns'

John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and black
With his down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of in his pockets
at me and aiming at his wife

The band fall fearing for their lives
And fear in my guts like tangled twine
all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the

Now the night down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the call
Guns did flare and did bawl
And I planted my knife in the neck of mad John Finn

I his wretched life
Now I'm by the bandstand
Every hand moving on John Finns'
Every hand moving on John wife

And John Finns' took all the flowers down
From her hair and threw them on the
And the flies did hum and the did buzz around
Poor John Finn lying dead the ground
Lying upon the ground