Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin'
A gentle Irishman mighty
Had a beautiful brogue rich and sweet
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 help him on 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;
Wasn't it the truth I told
of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One Tim felt rather full
His head was heavy which made him
He fell from the and broke his skull
And they him hom his corpse to wake.
Rolled him up in a 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 assempled at the
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch.
she brought in tay and cake;
Then pipes, and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry,
"Such a nice corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob 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.
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
When a of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The liqor scattered Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
Timothy from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey around blazes
an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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