Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to to the place my great grandad called home
It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I I whole lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... my family footsteps... diggin' up roots
You could call em

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to like me
Saw a sign said O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far
I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to sing

My was wet and my tongue was loose
When the asked how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, way on such a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm goin' up to town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy came there.
I to see if the old home place is still there.
he shook his head up and down
And then to side and then he turned around and said
'A man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to that

I figured I'd save a little so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my there
It was full of these people with light blonde
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the owner of the place, his hair was
When I talked to him, I didn't get much
His people are you call 'west Brits
They're the ones that treated my people like
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't I'd come back for a little bit more
His nose was way up in the air... but he took my all the same

That night I dreamed I saw the of the one I'd rather have as host
It was Tom O'Brien round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
Then the very day in the hardware store
I found a cousin ten times or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was sellin' and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he stood there still, reflectin'
I could he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How exactly may I help you
I just some nails and got the hell out of there

later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section
It the picture in my dad's scrap book
And my heart beat as I drove to look
The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current
It was a sheep dog and an old milk cow
Yeah the old home is an old barn now
ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust