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 of town, yeah
big ceremony was going down
Well dancers and squirmed and then

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

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

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

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

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

Well the through the window was full of lights
Winking and watching at John wife
Winking and watching at John 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 things of John Finn's

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

Enter John Finn in his shrunken
With his quick black eyes and cheroot
With his filled down and a hobnail boot
And his fists of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his

The fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my like 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 bore down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the call
Guns did flare and guns did
And I my bolo knife in the neck of mad John Finn

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

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