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 day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my footsteps... diggin' up roots
You call em tubers

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

My was wet and my tongue was loose
the barman asked how come I'd choose
To travel such a long, way on such a cold and rainy day
I said, 'I'm up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.
My great grandaddy came there.
I want to see if the old 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 people wouldn't to that

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

night I dreamed 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
Then the very day in the hardware store
I found a cousin ten removed 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 kinda there still, reflectin'
I could tell he that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, 'How may I help you sir?
I just bought some nails and got the out of there

Then later that day after some detectin, I the lane in the rural section
It matched the 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 sheep dog and an old milk cow
Yeah the old home is an old barn now
It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to