Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

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

One morning Tim rather full,
his ole' head heavy which made him shake
well, he fell off the ladder and he his skull,
they carried him home his corpse to wake
oh, they wrapped him up in a nice sheet,
and they laid him out the bed
a gallon of whiskey at his feet
and a bucket of porter at his

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

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

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

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