Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

Came and then writhed again
squirming 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 and clock did strike
And in she came, did John wife
With legs scissors and butcher's knives
Tattooed and flaming eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enter Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and cheroot
With his filled teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his

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

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

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

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