Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

She got perfumed breasts and raven
Sprinkled with wedding
And a gang of garroters were all me stares
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 wife

Well next came the cops, all out on the
But it don't look like no trouble
As they had for the bar in their suits
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 grew small and my eyes grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of Finns' wife

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

The fall 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 Finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the

Now the bore down upon us all
You could the crickets in the thickets call
Guns did flare and did bawl
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' wife took all the flowers
From her hair and threw them on the
And the flies did hum and the flies did buzz
Poor John Finn lying upon the ground
Lying upon the ground