Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to to the place my great grandad called home
It that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up
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 then I couldn't be far
I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you it's like drinkin' bread
There's a in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to sing

My was wet and my tongue was loose
When the barman asked how come I'd
To such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy 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 he turned around and said
'A man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to that

I I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my dinner
It was full of these people with light hair
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the owner of the place, his was black
When I to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you call Brits
the ones that treated my people like dirt
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd back for a little bit more
His was way up in the air... but he took my money 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' round the cabin, in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
the very next day in the hardware 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 family connection, and he kinda there 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 in my dad's scrap book
And my heart beat faster as I to look
The sun burst through the clouds then as I gazed at the current residents
It was a little 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