Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin
A Irishman, mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and
An' to in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a way
But the for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on his way day
He'd a of the craythur every morn

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Whack fol the dah, now dance with your
Around the floor, your shake
it the truth, I tell you?
Lots of fun at Wake

One morning Tim felt rather
His head felt heavy, which made him
He off his ladder and he broke his skull
So they carried him home, his corpse to
wrapped him up in a nice, clean sheet
And they laid him out there the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his
And a barrel of at his head

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His friends assembled at the
And Mrs Finnegan called for
First she them tay and cake
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien to cry:
"Such a clean corpse, did you ever see
Tim avourneen, why did you die?"
"Will ye hould your gob?" said McGee

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Then O'Harriton got the job:
"Biddy" she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a upon the gob
And her sprawlin' on the floor
T'was then the war did engage
It was to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law, did all
And a row and a ruction began

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Then Mickey Maloney ducked his
When a bucket of whiskey at him
It missed, and on the bed
And the whisky splattered poor old Tim
he revives, now see him rise
Tim rise and up in the bed
Throwin' the whiskey around the
"T'underin' Jaysus, do ye I'm dead?"