Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived on Street,
A gentleman mighty odd
well, he had a brogue rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he a hod
Well, he had a bit of a way
with a love for the liquor poor Tim was
And to send him on his way day,
he'd a drop of the craythur morn

Whack fol the dah do now dance with partner
whirl the your trotters shake
Isn't it the I tell you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's

One morning Tim felt full,
his ole' felt heavy which made him shake
well, he fell off the and he broke his skull,
then they carried him home his to wake
oh, they wrapped him up in a clean sheet,
and they him out upon the bed
with a gallon of whiskey at his
and a bucket of porter at his

Well, his assembled at the wake,
and missus Finnegan for lunch
well, she brought out tea and cake,
then and tobacco and brandy punch
the widow Malone began to cry,
"Such a nice, clean corpse, have you seen,
Tim my boy why did you die?",
well, "Hold your gob." says Mother

Then Maggie O'Conner up the job,
And Biddy "you're wrong, for sure"
well, Biddy fixed her a belt in the gob
and her sprawling on the floor
then a civil war did engage,
it was to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the
and a row and a ruction soon

Then Mickey he ducked his head
a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It ducked, and on the bed,
well, whiskey over Tim
Be dad it him see how he rises
Tim Finnegans in the bed
Sayin whirl whiskey around like
Thanum an Dhul!, do ye I was dead?"

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