Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim lived in Walkin' Street
A Irishman mighty odd;
Had a beautiful brogue both and sweet
To rise in the world he a hod.

Now Tim had a of a tipplin' way
With a 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
the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told
Lots of fun at wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather
His head was heavy which made him
He fell from the ladder and broke his
And they him hom his corpse to wake.
Rolled him up in a nice sheet
And him out upon the bed;
A gallon of whiskey at his
And a of porter at his h
ead.
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His friends assempled at the
And Mrs. called for lunch.
First she in tay and cake;
Then pipes, tobacco and 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 said McGhee!
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Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a in the gob
And left her on the floor.
Then the war did enga
ge
'Twas woman to and man to man,
law was all the rage
And a row and a soon began.
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Then Mickey Maloney his head
a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The liqor over Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
Timothy from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
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