Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

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

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

My whistle was wet and my tongue was
When the barman how come I'd choose
To travel a long, 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 came from there.
I to see if the old home place is still there.
Well he shook his up and down
And then side to side and then he turned and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of wouldn't admit to that

I I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard gettin' my dinner there
It was full of these people with light blonde
tourists...two big busloads of em
Now the owner of the place, his hair was
I talked to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you call Brits
They're the ones that treated my like dirt
what lead to the Irish 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 my money all the same

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

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