Luyện nghe bài hát Tim Finnigan's Wake

Tim Finnegan in Walkin' Street
A gentle Irishman mighty
He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and
And to in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a of the tipplin' way
With a love of for the liquor Tim was born
And to help him on with his each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" morn.

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

One Tim felt rather full
His head was which made 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 whiskey at his
And a barrel of at his head.

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

Then Maggie 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
woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the
And a row and a ruction began.

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