Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

Tim Finnegan in watling street
A Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a brogue so rich and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

See, he'd of a tipplin' way
With love for the poor Tim was born
To him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur morn'

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

One morning Tim got full
His head felt heavy which him shake
Fell from a ladder and he his skull
They him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice sheet
And him out upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his
And a bottle of at his head

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At wake

His friends assembled at the
And Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy began to cry
a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, Patty Megee

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At Finnegan's

Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

the war did soon engage
to woman and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a soon began

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they ye lots of fun
At wake

Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Then Whirl your around
blazes Thanum an Dhul
Do ye I'm dead?