Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Street
A gentle mighty odd;
Had a beautiful brogue both rich and
To in the world he carried a hod.

Now Tim had a of a tipplin' way
a love for the liquor Tim was born
To help him on his w
ork day
Had a "drop of the cray-thur" morn.

Whack fol the O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your shake;
Wasn't it the I told you?
of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One Tim felt rather full
His head was heavy which made him
He from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him hom his to wake.
Rolled him up in a nice clean
And laid him out upon the
A gallon of whiskey at his
And a barrel of at his h
ead.
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His friends assempled at the
And Mrs. called for lunch.
First she brought in tay and
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry,
"Such a clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, hold gob said Paddy McGhee!
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Then Maggie O'Connor up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a in the gob
And her sprawlin' on the floor.
Then the war did enga
ge
'Twas woman to and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the
And a row and a ruction began.
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Then Mickey ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The liqor scattered Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
rising from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
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