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
big ceremony was going down
Well dancers and squirmed and then

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well next the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble
As they had for the bar in their lumpy
And I slip my hand between the things of Finn's wife

They to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and very ferocious
And the was full of blood and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew
As I in the ear of John 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 full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and at his wife

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

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

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

And Finns' 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 lying upon the ground
dead upon the ground