Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well the through the window was full of lights
Winking and watching at 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 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 ferocious
And the was full of blood and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns'

Enter John Finn in his suit
With his quick black and black cheroot
With his filled down 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 fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a knife
And mad John 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 my bolo knife in the neck of mad John Finn

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

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