Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

Now Tim had a sort of a 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 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 heavy which him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his
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 friends assempled at the
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch.
First she brought in tay and
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 your gob said McGhee!
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Then Maggie O'Connor 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.
the war did soon enga
ge
'Twas to woman and man to man,
law was all the rage
And a row and a soon began.
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Then Mickey ducked his head
When a of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The scattered over Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
Timothy from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey around blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
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