Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

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

Whack fol the darn O, to your partner
Whirl the floor, your shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told
Lots of fun at wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather
His head was heavy made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his
And carried him hom his corpse to wake.
him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out the bed;
A gallon of whiskey at his
And a of porter at his h
ead.
(Chorus)
His friends assempled at the
And Mrs. called for lunch.
First she in tay and cake;
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy began to cry,
"Such a nice corpse, did you ever 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 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.
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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!
rising from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey around blazes
an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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