Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and ferocious night
And the moon was 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 eyes and black cheroot
With his filled teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
Aiming at me and at his wife

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

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

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

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