Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the my great grandad called home
It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot 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 people seemed to look like me
Saw a said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far
I went in there and for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to

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 shook his head up and
And then side to and then he turned around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people admit to that

I I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time my dinner there
It was full of these people with light blonde
tourists...two big busloads of em
Now the of the place, his hair was black
When I to him, I didn't get much back
His are what you call 'west Brits
They're the ones that my people like dirt
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come 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 rather as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt in County Cavan
Then the very next day in the store
I a cousin ten times removed or more
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 kinda there still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, exactly may I help you sir?
I just bought some nails and got the 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 scrap
And my heart beat faster as I to look
The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the residents
It was a little sheep dog and an old cow
the old home place is an old barn now
It's to ashes... dust to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust