Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Biddy began to cry
Such a 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, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Maggie took up the job
"Arrah", says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

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

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

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

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy from the bed
Then Whirl your whiskey
Like Thanum an Dhul
Do ye think I'm