Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

Well, midnight and clock did strike
And in she came, did John wife
legs like scissors and butcher's knives
Tattooed and flaming eyes

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

Now John wife 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 with John wife

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

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

Well came the cops, all out on the town
But it look like no trouble there
As they had for the bar in lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the of John Finn's wife

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

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

The band fall silent fearing for their
And with fear in my guts like twine
all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John wife is all
And the three of us out of the hall

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

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

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