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 learned I lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up
You could call em

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 knew right then I couldn't be 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 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 asked 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 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 side and then he turned around and
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people admit to that

I figured I'd a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard gettin' 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 hair was
When I talked to him, I didn't get much
His are what you call 'west Brits
They're the that treated my people like dirt
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I 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

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

Then later that day some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section
It matched the picture in my scrap book
And my heart faster as I drove to look
The sun burst the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents
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 roof to tin roof... and tin to rust