Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Street
A gentle mighty odd
He'd a beautiful so rich and sweet
To in the world he carried a hod

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

One morning Tim was full
His head felt heavy, which him shake
Fell from the and broke his skull
So carried him home, his corpse to wake

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

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

His friends assembled at his
And Missus Finnegan called for
First they in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and punch

O'Brien begged to cry
Such a clean corpse 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, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I you
of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then O'Connor took up the job
Biddy says she wrong I'm sure
Biddy then her a belt on the gob
And left her on the floor

the war did soon engage
Woman to and man to man
Shillelah-law was all the
An a row and a ruction soon

Mickey Maloney his head
When a bottle Of flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The scattered over Tim

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

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

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