Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well next the cops, all out on the town
But it look like no trouble there
As had for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my between the things of John Finn's wife

They to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and ferocious night
And the moon was full of and light
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 full of pistols in his
Aiming at me and at his wife

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

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

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

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