Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in street
A gentle Irishman, odd
He'd a brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world, he a hod

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

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

One morning Tim got rather
His head felt heavy made him shake
from a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home, his corpse to

Rolled him up in a nice sheet
And laid him out the bed
A gallon of at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his

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

His assembled at the wake
And misses Finnegan called for
First she in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey

O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, Patty Megee

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

Maggie 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

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

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
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 whiskey at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy rising the bed
Then Whirl whiskey around
Like Thanum an Dhul
Do ye I'm dead?