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 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 people seemed to look 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 black stuff, he says,
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends like drinkin' bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I to sing

My was wet and my tongue was loose
When the barman asked how I'd choose
To travel such a long, long way on a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy 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 he turned around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of wouldn't admit to that

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room in a fancy castle
Had a time gettin' my dinner there
It was full of these with light blonde hair
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the owner of the place, his was black
When I to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you 'west Brits
They're the ones that my people like dirt
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 ghost of the one I'd rather have as
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in town in County Cavan
the very next day in the hardware store
I a cousin ten times removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was nuts and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that much when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How exactly may I help you
I bought some nails and got the hell out of there

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