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 of town, yeah
Some big ceremony was going
Well writhed and squirmed and then

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They seemed to 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
With his quick black eyes and cheroot
With his filled down teeth and a hobnail
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
at me and aiming at his wife

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

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

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

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