Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Street
A gentle Irishman odd
a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To in the world he carried a hod

See sort of a tripling way
With for a liquor poor Tim was born
To him on with his work each day
He'd a of the Craythor every morn'

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

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

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

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

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, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth I you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

Then O'Connor took up the job
Biddy she you're wrong I'm sure
then gave 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 ruction began

Mickey raised his head
When a bottle Of whiskey at him
It him falling 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 trotters
Wasn't it the truth I you
of fun at Finnegan's wake

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