Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

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

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

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

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 clean
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 partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

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

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

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

Then Maggie O'Connor up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm
Biddy gave her a belt on the gob
And her sprawling 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, to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The scattered over Tim

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