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
Some big ceremony was going
Well dancers writhed and and then

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 about brand new wife of mad John Finn

Well, came and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's
With legs like scissors and knives
Tattooed breast and 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
eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Oh

Now John 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 the bandstand with John Finn's wife

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

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

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

They seemed to 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 grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns'

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

The band fall silent fearing for their
And with fear in my guts tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo
And mad Finns' wife 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 flare and guns did
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck of mad Finn

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

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