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... up roots
You could em tubers

The closer to the of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like me
Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I right then I couldn't be that far
I went in there and asked for beer, he 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 every pint... I was feelin' strong... like I wanted to sing

My whistle was wet and my tongue was
When the asked how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and day
I said, goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great 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 and then he turned around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people admit 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 light blonde
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the of the place, his hair was black
When I to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you call Brits
They're the ones treated 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 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 next day in the hardware store
I found a cousin ten times or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was nuts and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still,
I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a 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 matched the picture in my scrap book
And my beat faster as I drove to look
The sun through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents
It was a sheep dog and an old milk 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