Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in watling
A gentle Irishman, odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

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

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

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

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

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

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

Biddy O'Brien to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, said Megee

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

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

the war did soon engage
Woman to and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a ruction soon

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, trotters shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At wake

Then Mickey raised his head
When a bottle of flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy from the bed
Then your whiskey around
Like blazes an Dhul
Do ye I'm dead?