Luyện nghe bài hát Finnegans Wake

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

See, he'd of a tipplin' way
love 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, dance to your
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, 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
carried him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a clean sheet
And him out upon the bed
A of whiskey at his feet
And a of porter at his head

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 assembled at the wake
And misses called for lunch
she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

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

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

Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm
then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her on the floor

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

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

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