Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

Well, midnight came and clock did
And in she came, did Finn's wife
With legs like scissors and butcher's
breast and flaming eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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