Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

Now Tim had a of a tipplin' way
With a love for the 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
the floor, your trotters shake;
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 from the ladder and broke his skull
And carried him hom his corpse to wake.
Rolled him up in a clean sheet
And him out upon the bed;
A gallon of whiskey at his
And a barrel of at his h
ead.
(Chorus)
His assempled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch.
she brought in tay and cake;
Then pipes, and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, hold gob said Paddy McGhee!
(Chorus)
Then O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she her a belt in the gob
And her sprawlin' on the floor.
Then the war did soon
ge
'Twas woman to and man to man,
law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction began.
(Chorus)
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his
When a of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The liqor scattered Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
Timothy from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
(Chorus)