Luyện nghe bài hát John Finn's Wife

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

apart and then writhed again
Like flies 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 clock did
And in she came, did John Finn's
With legs like scissors and knives
Tattooed and flaming eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enter John Finn in his shrunken
With his black eyes and black 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 band fall silent for their lives
And with fear in my like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass and a bolo knife
And mad John Finns' is all
And the three of us out of the hall

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

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

And Finns' wife 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 lying dead upon the
Lying dead upon the