Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

And a crimson carnation in her
Carving her way through the floor
And I'm standing over by the
Every eye gaping on John wife
Every eye gaping on John wife
Oh

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

She got perfumed breasts and raven
Sprinkled with wedding
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 John wife
Winking and watching at Finns' wife

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

They to yawn 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 Finns' wife

Enter John Finn in his shrunken
With his quick black and black cheroot
With his down teeth 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 with fear in my guts like tangled
'Cause all I got is knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John Finns' is all
And the of us walk out of the hall

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

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

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