Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad home
It that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... up roots
You call em tubers

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more seemed to look like me
Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I right then I couldn't be that far
I in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin'
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 asked how come I'd
To travel such a long, way on such a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy from there.
I to see if the old home place is still there.
he shook his head up and down
And side to side and then he turned around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of wouldn't admit to that

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

That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I'd have as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
Then the very 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 sellin' and bolts and paint
I him about our family 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, 'How may I help you sir?
I just bought some nails and got the out of there

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