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 day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... my family footsteps... diggin' up roots
You could em tubers

The closer to the root of my family tree, the people seemed 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 this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, tell you friends it's like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was strong... felt like I wanted to sing

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

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a castle
Had a hard time my dinner there
It was full of these people with light hair
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the owner of the place, his was black
When I talked to him, I didn't get back
His people are what you call 'west
They're the ones treated my people like dirt
That's what to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit more
His was way up in the air... but he took my money all the same

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

Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the section
It matched the in my dad's scrap book
And my beat faster as I drove to look
The sun burst through the just then 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... to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust