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 edge of town,
Some big was going down
dancers writhed 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 to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn

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

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

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

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

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

Well next the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble
As they had for the bar in lumpy suits
And I slip my hand the things of John Finn's wife

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

Enter John Finn in his suit
With his quick black eyes and black
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 fall silent for their lives
And with fear in my guts tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a knife
And mad John wife is all
And the of us walk out of the hall

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

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

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