Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

Tim lived in watling street
A gentle Irishman, odd
He'd a brogue so rich and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

See, he'd of a tipplin' way
With love for the liquor Tim was born
To help him on with his work day
He'd a drop of the every morn'

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

One Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy made him shake
Fell from a and he broke his skull
carried him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a clean sheet
And him out upon the bed
A of whiskey at his feet
And a of porter at his head

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

His friends assembled at the
And Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and
Then pipes, tobacco and punch

Biddy began to cry
Such a clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold gob, said Patty Megee

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And her sprawling on the floor

the war did soon engage
Woman to and man to man
law was all the rage
An a row and a soon began

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

Then Mickey Maloney his head
When a of whiskey flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Then Whirl your around
Like blazes Thanum an
Do ye think I'm