Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

See he'd of a tripling way
With love for a liquor poor Tim was
To him on with his work 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 carried him home, his corpse to wake

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

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to 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 they brought in tay and
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 your gob said Paddy

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

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

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 scattered over Tim

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

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

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