Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

And a crimson carnation in her
her way through 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 share a sworn was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a knife
Over near the bandstand John Finn's wife

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

the night 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 like no there
As they had for the bar in their lumpy
And I my hand between the things of John Finn's wife

seemed to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and ferocious night
And the moon was full of blood and
And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight
As I in the ear of John Finns' wife

Enter John in his shrunken suit
With his quick black and black cheroot
With his filled down teeth and a hobnail
And his fists full of pistols in his
Aiming at me and at his wife

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

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

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

And John Finns' wife took all the flowers
From her hair and threw on the ground
And the flies did hum and the flies did buzz
Poor John lying dead upon the ground
dead upon the ground