Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

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

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

My was wet and my tongue was loose
When the barman asked how I'd choose
To travel a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. in County Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy came there.
I want to see if the old home is still there.
Well he his head up and down
And then side to side and then he turned and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of wouldn't admit to that

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

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

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