Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim lived on Walkin Street,
A Irish mighty odd
well, he had a brogue both and sweet,
An' to rise in the he carried a hod
Well, he had a bit of a way
with a for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to send him on his way day,
he'd a drop of the every morn

Whack fol the dah do now dance your partner
whirl the your trotters shake
it the truth I tell you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's

One Tim felt rather full,
his ole' head felt heavy which him shake
well, he fell off the and he broke his skull,
then they carried him his corpse to wake
oh, they wrapped him up in a nice sheet,
and laid 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 Finnegan called for lunch
well, first she out tea and cake,
then pipes and tobacco and punch
Then the Malone began to cry,
"Such a nice, clean corpse, have you seen,
Tim my boy why did you die?",
well, "Hold your gob." says McGee

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

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

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