Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my grandad 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 footsteps... diggin' up roots
You could call em

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more 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 asked for beer, he pours 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 every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to

My whistle was wet and my was loose
When the asked how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, long way on a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to around.
My great grandaddy from there.
I want to see if the old place is still there.
Well he shook his up and down
And then side to side and then he around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people admit to that

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my there
It was full of people with light blonde hair
tourists...two big busloads of em
Now the owner of the place, his was black
When I talked to him, I didn't get much
His are what you call 'west Brits
They're the ones that 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 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 very next day in the hardware
I a cousin ten times removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a - he was sellin' nuts and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that much impressed he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How exactly may I help you
I just bought some 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 dad's scrap
And my heart beat faster as I to look
The sun burst the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents
It was a little dog and an old milk cow
Yeah the old home place is an old now
It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust