Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

Now Tim had a sort of a way
With a for the liquor Tim was born
To him on with 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 truth I you?
of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One Tim felt rather full
His was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the 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 of porter at his h
ead.
(Chorus)
His friends at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch.
First she in tay and cake;
Then pipes, and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry,
"Such a clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob Paddy McGhee!
(Chorus)
Then O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a 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 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 around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
(Chorus)