Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in watling
A Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and
To rise in the world, he a hod

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

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

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

Rolled him up in a nice clean
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 ye lots of fun
At wake

His friends at the wake
And misses called for lunch
First she in tea and cake
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

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

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

Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she wrong, I'm sure
then 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 soon began

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

Then Mickey Maloney his head
a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

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