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
Some big was going down
Well dancers writhed and and then

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

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

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

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

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

the night through the window was full of lights
Winking and watching at 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 their lumpy
And I slip my hand between the things of John Finn's

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

Enter John in his shrunken suit
With his black eyes and black cheroot
With his filled down and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of in his pockets
at me and aiming at his wife

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

Now the bore down upon us all
You hear 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 moving on John Finns'

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 around
Poor John Finn dead upon the ground
Lying dead the ground