Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a 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, to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At Finnegan's

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

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