Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad home
It wasn't that 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 could em tubers

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to like me
Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right 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 like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt I wanted to sing

My whistle was wet and my tongue was
When the barman asked how I'd choose
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 want to see if the old home place is there.
Well he his head up and down
And then side to 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 hassle so I a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my there
It was full of these people light blonde hair
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 people are you call 'west Brits
They're the ones treated my people like dirt
That's what lead to the 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 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 cousin ten times removed or
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was sellin' and bolts 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 nary a trace of
He said, 'How exactly may I 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 beat faster as I drove to
The sun burst through the just then as I gazed at the current residents
It was a little sheep dog and an old 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