Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

Came apart and then again
Like 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 came and clock did
And in she came, did John Finn's
With legs like scissors and butcher's
Tattooed breast and flaming

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

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

She got perfumed breasts and raven
with wedding confettis
And a gang of garroters were all 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 don't look no trouble there
As they had for the bar in their suits
And I slip my between the things of John Finn's wife

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

Enter Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick eyes and black cheroot
his filled down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and at his wife

The band fall silent for their lives
And with fear in my guts tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the three of us out of the hall

Now the night bore down us all
You could hear the crickets in the call
did flare and guns did bawl
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 Finns' wife
Every moving on John Finns' wife

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