Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnegan's Wake

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

Now Tim had a of a tipplin' way
a love 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 partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters
it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at wake!
One mornin' Tim rather full
His head was heavy which made him
He fell from the ladder and broke his
And they carried him hom his to wake.
Rolled him up in a 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 assempled at the wake
And Mrs. called for lunch.
First she brought in tay and
pipes, tobacco and whiskey 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 Paddy McGhee!
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Maggie 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.
the war did soon 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 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!
rising from the bed,
Sayin', "Whirl your around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you I'm dead?"
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