Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

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

One morning Tim was full
His head felt heavy, which made him
Fell the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home, his corpse to

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

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

His assembled at his wake
And Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien to cry
Such a nice corpse did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you
Arrah your gob said Paddy MCGee

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

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

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

Mickey Maloney 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 rising the bed
Whirl your around like blazes
Tonamondeal, do you think I'm

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

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