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 poor Tim was born
To help him on his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

One morning Tim got full
His felt heavy which made him shake
Fell a ladder and he broke his skull
They him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice sheet
And him out upon 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 ye lots of fun
At wake

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

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

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

There the war did engage
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
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

Then Mickey Maloney his head
When a bottle of flew 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 blazes an Dhul
Do ye I'm dead?