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 dancers and squirmed 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 thinking brand new wife of mad John Finn

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

And a crimson carnation in her
Carving her way the dance floor
And I'm over by the bandstand
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 share a secret was a solemn duty
I had brass and a bolo knife
Over the bandstand with John Finn's wife

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

Well the through the window was full of lights
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 look no trouble there
As they had for the bar in lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the things of John wife

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

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

The band silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like twine
'Cause all I got is knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the of us walk out of the hall

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

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

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