Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 suits
And I slip my hand between the of John Finn's wife

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

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

The band silent fearing for their 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 three of us out of the hall

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

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

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