Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim lived in Wattling Street
A gentle mighty odd
He'd a brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the he carried a hod

See he'd of a tripling way
love for a liquor poor Tim was born
To him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the Craythor morn'

One Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him
from the ladder and broke his skull
So carried him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean
And laided him the bed
A of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his

And whack now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

His friends at his wake
And Missus called for lunch
First they in tay and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

Biddy begged to cry
Such a nice clean did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you
Arrah shut your gob said MCGee

And Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth I you
of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then Peggy took up the job
Biddy she you're wrong I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

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

Mickey Maloney raised his
When a bottle Of flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The liquor over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around blazes
Tonamondeal, do you think I'm

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your
Welt the floor, trotters shake
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at wake

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to partner
Welt the floor, trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at wake