Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

Well, midnight came and did strike
And in she came, did John wife
With legs scissors and butcher's knives
Tattooed breast and eyes

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

Now Finn's wife was something 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 with John wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the night down upon us all
You could the crickets in the thickets call
Guns did flare and did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the 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' wife all the flowers down
From her hair and threw on the ground
And the flies did hum and the flies did around
Poor Finn lying dead upon the ground
Lying dead upon the