Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

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

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

Rolled him up in a nice clean
And him upon the bed
A bottle of at his feet
And a of porter at his head

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 Finnegan's

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

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

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to 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
then gave her a belt on the gob
And her sprawling on the floor

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

Maloney raised his head
When a Of whiskey flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

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

And whack now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the 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
Lots of fun at Finnegan's