Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great called home
It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I 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 bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far
I in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to sing

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

I figured I'd save a little so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time my dinner there
It was full of these people with blonde 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 Brits
They're the ones that treated my people dirt
That's what to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit more
His nose was way up in the air... but he took my all the same

That night I dreamed I saw the of the one I'd rather have as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County
Then the next day in the hardware store
I a cousin ten times removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was sellin' nuts and bolts and
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he 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 that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section
It the picture in my dad's scrap book
And my heart faster as I drove to look
The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current
It was a sheep dog and an old milk 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