Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home
It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up
You call em tubers

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people to look like me
Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew then I couldn't be that far
I went in there and asked for beer, he pours black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... like I wanted to sing

My was wet and my tongue was loose
When the barman how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and day
I said, 'I'm up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great came from there.
I want to see if the old home is still there.
he shook his head up and down
And then side to and then he turned around and said
'A man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to that

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my dinner
It was full of people with light blonde hair
tourists...two big busloads of em
Now the of the place, his hair was black
I talked to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you call Brits
the ones that treated my people like dirt
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit
His nose was way up in the air... but he took my all the same

That night I I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather have as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in Cavan
the very next day in the hardware store
I found a cousin ten removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was nuts and bolts and paint
I told him about our connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
I could tell he that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, exactly may I help you sir?
I just some nails and got the hell out of there

Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the section
It the picture in my dad's scrap book
And my heart beat faster as I drove to
The sun burst through the clouds just as I gazed at the current residents
It was a little sheep dog and an old cow
Yeah the old home is an old barn now
It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched to tin roof... and tin roof to rust