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 edge of town,
Some big was going down
Well dancers writhed and squirmed and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well next came the cops, all out on the
But it look like no trouble there
As had for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand the things of John 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 in the ear of John Finns' wife

Enter John Finn in his shrunken
With his quick eyes and black cheroot
With his filled down and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
at me and aiming at his wife

The fall silent 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 Finns' is all
And the of us walk out of the hall

Now the night bore down us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets
Guns did flare and 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 hand moving on John wife

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