Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

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

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

Rolled him up in a nice sheet
And him upon 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 assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for
First they brought in tay and
pipes, tobacco 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 Paddy MCGee

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

Then Peggy O'Connor up the job
Biddy says she you're wrong I'm
then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her on the floor

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

Maloney raised his head
When a bottle Of whiskey at him
It him falling on the bed
The scattered over Tim

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

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

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