Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim lived in Wattling Street
A gentle mighty odd
He'd a beautiful so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he a hod

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

One morning Tim was full
His felt heavy, which made him shake
Fell from the and broke his skull
So they carried him home, his corpse to

Rolled him up in a nice clean
And laided him the bed
A bottle of at his feet
And a gallon of at his head

And whack now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the I told you
of fun at Finnegan's wake

His friends at his wake
And Missus Finnegan for lunch
First they in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and punch

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

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

Then Peggy took up the job
Biddy says she you're I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

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

Mickey raised his head
When a Of whiskey flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor over Tim

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

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to partner
Welt the floor, trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

And whack now dance to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at wake