Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well 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 slip my hand between the of John Finn's wife

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

Enter John Finn in his shrunken
his quick black eyes and black cheroot
With his down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
at me and aiming at his wife

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

Now the night bore down us all
You could the crickets in the thickets call
Guns did 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 on John Finns' wife

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