Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

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

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

My whistle was wet and my tongue was
the barman asked how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, long way on a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm up to Kingscourt 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.
he shook his head up and down
And side to side and then he turned around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of wouldn't admit to that

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

That I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather have as host
It was Tom O'Brien round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
Then the next 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 sellin' and bolts and paint
I told him about our connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
I tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How exactly may I you sir?
I just bought some nails and got the hell out of

Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the section
It matched the picture in my dad's scrap
And my beat faster as I drove to look
The sun burst through the clouds then as I gazed at the current residents
It was a sheep dog and an old milk 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