Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan on Walkin Street,
A gentleman Irish odd
well, he had a brogue both and sweet,
An' to in the world he carried a hod
Well, he had a bit of a way
with a love for the 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 floor trotters shake
Isn't it the I tell you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's

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

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

Then Maggie took up the job,
And says "you're wrong, for sure"
well, Biddy fixed her with a in the gob
and sent her on the floor
then a civil war did engage,
it was to woman and man to man
law was all the rage
and a row and a soon began

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 him see how he rises
Tim rising in the bed
Sayin whiskey around like place
Thanum an Dhul!, do ye I was dead?"

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