Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Street
A gentle mighty odd;
Had a brogue both rich 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 him on with his w
ork day
Had a "drop of the cray-thur" morn.

Whack fol the darn O, dance to your
Whirl the floor, your shake;
it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at wake!
One mornin' Tim felt full
His head was heavy which him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his
And they carried him hom his to wake.
him up in a nice clean sheet
And him out upon the bed;
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. called for lunch.
she brought in tay and cake;
Then pipes, tobacco and punch.
Biddy began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you see?
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, your gob said Paddy McGhee!
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Then O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
she gave her a belt in the gob
And her sprawlin' on the floor.
Then the war did soon
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 Mickey Maloney his head
a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The scattered over Tim!
The revives! See how he rises!
rising from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your whiskey like blazes
an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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