Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling
A Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and
To in the world 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 each day
He'd a drop of the Craythor morn'

One morning Tim was rather
His head felt heavy, made him shake
from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home, his to wake

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mickey raised his head
a bottle Of whiskey flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor over Tim

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

And whack now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

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