Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

Well, midnight came and clock did
And in she came, did John wife
With like scissors and butcher's knives
Tattooed 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 John Finn's
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Oh

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

She got perfumed and raven hair
with wedding confettis
And a of garroters 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 John Finns'

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 my hand between the things of John Finn's wife

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

John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black and black cheroot
With his filled down and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of in his pockets
Aiming at me and at his wife

The band fall silent for their lives
And with fear in my guts like 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 night down upon us all
You hear the crickets in the thickets call
Guns did and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck of mad Finn

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

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