Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

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

One morning Tim felt full,
his head felt heavy which made 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 clean sheet,
and they laid him out the bed
a gallon of whiskey at his feet
and a bucket of at his head

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

Then O'Conner took up the job,
And Biddy "you're wrong, for sure"
well, Biddy fixed her a belt 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 ruction soon

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

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