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 down
Well dancers and squirmed and then

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

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

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

Now John Finn's wife was something of a
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a duty
I had knuckles and a bolo knife
near the bandstand with John Finn's wife

She got perfumed breasts and raven
Sprinkled with wedding
And a gang of garroters all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with

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

next came 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 the things of John Finn's wife

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

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

The band fall silent fearing for lives
And with fear in my guts 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 bore down upon us all
You hear the crickets in the thickets call
Guns did flare and guns did
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck of mad Finn

I took his wretched
Now I'm over by the
Every hand moving on John Finns'
Every hand moving on John Finns'

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