Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

Came apart and then writhed
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 of mad John Finn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enter John Finn in his suit
With his quick black eyes and black
With his filled down and a hobnail boot
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
at me and aiming at his wife

The band fall silent fearing for lives
And with fear in my guts tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a knife
And mad John wife is all
And the of us walk out of the hall

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

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

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