Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnigan's Wake

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

Whack fol the darn O, to your partner
Whirl the floor, trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I you
of fun at Finnegan's wake!

One Tim felt rather full
His head was heavy which made him
He from the ladder and broke his skull
And carried him home his corpse to wake.
rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And him out upon 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,
they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and punch.
O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, your gob said Paddy McGhee!

Then O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she her a belt in the gob
And left her on the floor.
And then the war did engage
'Twas woman to and man to man,
law was all the rage
And a row and a soon began.

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