Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnigan's Wake

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

Whack fol the darn O, dance to partner
Whirl the floor, your shake;
it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at wake!

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

His assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan for lunch,
First brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob said McGhee!

Then Maggie O'Connor up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a in the gob
And her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did engage
woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the
And a row and a ruction began.

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