Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

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

Whack fol the darn O, dance to partner
Whirl the floor, your shake;
it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at wake!
One Tim felt rather full
His was heavy which made him shake;
He from the ladder and broke his skull
And they him hom his corpse 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 assempled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch.
she brought 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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Then O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her 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 soon began.
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Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The scattered over Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
rising from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey around blazes
an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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