Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

Well, the was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance on the edge of town, yeah
Some big was going down
Well dancers and squirmed and then

Came and then writhed again
squirming flies on a pin
In the and in the din, in the heat 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 John Finn's
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 over by the bandstand
eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Oh

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

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

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

next came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look no trouble there
As they had for the bar in their suits
And I slip my hand the things of John Finn's wife

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

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

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

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

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

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