Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enter John Finn in his suit
With his quick black eyes and black
With his filled down teeth and a hobnail
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his

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

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

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

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