Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to 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 to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots
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The closer to the root of my family tree, the people seemed to look like me
Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I right then I couldn't be that far
I in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I to sing

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

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a castle
Had a hard time my dinner there
It was full of these people with light hair
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the owner of the place, his hair was
When I talked to him, I didn't get back
His are what you call 'west Brits
They're the ones that treated my people dirt
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a bit more
His was way up in the air... but he took my money 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
the very next day in the hardware store
I found a ten times removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was sellin' nuts and and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he stood there still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How exactly may I 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 rural
It matched the picture in my scrap book
And my heart beat faster as I to look
The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current
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 roof to tin roof... and tin roof to