Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

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

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

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

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

That night I I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather have as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in Cavan
the very next 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' nuts and bolts and
I told him about our connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
I tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How exactly may I you sir?
I just bought some nails and got the hell out of

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