Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling
A Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so and sweet
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 his work each day
He'd a drop of the Craythor every

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

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

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

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

Biddy O'Brien to cry
Such a nice clean 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
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

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

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

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

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Whirl your around like 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 Finnegan's

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