Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

Now Tim had a sort of a 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 partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the I told you?
Lots of fun at wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather
His head was which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and his skull
And they him hom his corpse to wake.
him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the
A gallon of at his feet
And a of porter at his h
ead.
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His friends at the wake
And Mrs. called for lunch.
First she in tay and cake;
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you see?
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob Paddy McGhee!
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Then Maggie O'Connor 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.
the war did soon enga
ge
'Twas to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the
And a row and a ruction began.
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Then Maloney ducked his head
a noggin of whiskey 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 whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
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