Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Street
A gentle mighty odd
a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the he carried a hod

See he'd sort of a way
With for a liquor poor Tim was born
To him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the Craythor morn'

One morning Tim was full
His head felt heavy, made him shake
Fell the ladder and broke his skull
So carried him home, his corpse to wake

him up in a nice clean sheet
And him upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his
And a gallon of at his head

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth I you
Lots of fun at wake

His assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for
First they brought in tay and
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey

Biddy begged to cry
Such a nice clean did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you
Arrah shut your gob Paddy MCGee

And whack now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

Then Peggy O'Connor up the job
says she you're wrong I'm sure
Biddy then her a belt on the gob
And her sprawling on the floor

There the war did engage
to woman and man to man
Shillelah-law was all the
An a row and a ruction soon

Mickey raised his head
When a bottle Of flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy rising the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like
Tonamondeal, do you I'm dead

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at wake

And Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's