Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

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

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

My whistle was wet and my tongue was
When the barman asked how come I'd
To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and day
I said, goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy from there.
I want to see if the old place 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 hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a time gettin' my dinner there
It was full of these with light blonde hair
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the of the place, his hair was black
When I to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you 'west Brits
They're the ones that treated my 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 money all the

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

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