Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

Came apart and then again
Like squirming 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 Finn

Well, midnight came and clock did
And in she came, did John Finn's
With legs like and butcher's knives
Tattooed breast and eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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