Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

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

One morning Tim was rather
His head heavy, which made him shake
Fell the ladder and broke 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 gallon of porter at his

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

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

O'Brien begged to cry
Such a clean corpse did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you
shut your gob said Paddy MCGee

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

Then Peggy took up the job
Biddy says she 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
Shillelah-law was all the
An a row and a ruction soon

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

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy from the bed
Whirl whiskey 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 I told you
of fun at Finnegan's wake

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