Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

Now Tim had a sort of a way
a love 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 I told you?
of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One mornin' Tim felt full
His was heavy which made him shake;
He from the ladder and broke his skull
And carried him hom his corpse to wake.
Rolled him up in a nice clean
And him out upon the bed;
A of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of at his h
ead.
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His friends assempled at the
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch.
First she brought in tay and
Then pipes, and whiskey punch.
O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever
"O Tim, mavaourneen,
why did you die?"
Arragh, your gob said Paddy McGhee!
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Then Maggie 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.
the war did soon enga
ge
'Twas woman to and man to man,
law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction began.
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Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of 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 around like blazes
an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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