Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnigan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin'
A Irishman mighty odd;
He'd a beautiful both rich and sweet
And to rise in the he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the way
With a love of for the liquor poor Tim was
And to him on with his work each day
a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.

Whack fol the darn O, dance to partner
Whirl the floor, trotters shake;
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at wake!

One mornin' Tim felt full
His head was heavy which him shake;
He from the ladder and broke his skull
And they him home his corpse to wake.
They him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out the bed,
A of whiskey at his feet
And a of porter at his head.

His friends at the wake
And Mrs. called for lunch,
First they in tay and cake
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry
"Such a nice corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, your gob said Paddy McGhee!

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.
And then the war did soon
'Twas woman to and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the
And a row and a soon began.

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his
When a of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim!
The revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like
an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"