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 ceremony was going
Well writhed and squirmed and then

apart and then writhed again
Like squirming 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, midnight came and clock did
And in she came, did John wife
With legs like and butcher's knives
breast and flaming eyes

And a carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance
And I'm standing over by the
Every eye gaping on John wife
Every eye on John Finn's wife
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 bolo
Over near the bandstand John Finn's wife

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

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

next came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look no trouble there
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 and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns'

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

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

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 of mad John Finn

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

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