Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the my great grandad called home
It wasn't much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... up roots
You could em tubers

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more seemed to look like me
Saw a sign Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far
I in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt I wanted to sing

My whistle was wet and my was loose
When the asked how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, way on such a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm goin' up to town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great came from there.
I to see if the old home place is still there.
Well he shook his head up and
And then side to side and then he around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't to that

I I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my dinner
It was of these people with light blonde hair
tourists...two big busloads of em
Now the owner of the place, his hair was
When I talked to him, I didn't get much
His people are what you call Brits
They're the ones that treated my like dirt
what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit more
His nose was way up in the air... but he took my money all the

That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt in County Cavan
Then the very day in the hardware store
I found a cousin ten removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was nuts and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of
He said, 'How exactly may I you sir?
I bought some nails and got the hell out of there

Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural
It matched the in my dad's scrap book
And my beat faster as I drove to look
The sun burst through the clouds just as I gazed at the current residents
It was a little sheep dog and an old cow
the old home place is an old barn now
It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched to tin roof... and tin roof to rust