Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling
A gentle mighty odd
He'd a 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 Tim was born
To help him on his work each day
He'd a of the Craythor every morn'

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

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

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

His friends assembled at his
And Missus Finnegan for lunch
First they brought in tay and
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy begged to cry
Such a nice clean did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you
Arrah shut your gob Paddy MCGee

And whack now dance to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

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

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

Mickey raised 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 whiskey around blazes
Tonamondeal, do you think I'm

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

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