Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan in Walkin' Street
A Irishman mighty odd;
Had a beautiful brogue rich and sweet
To rise in the world he a hod.

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

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