Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad home
It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot the way
I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my footsteps... diggin' up roots
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 for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers
'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... like I wanted to sing

My whistle was wet and my was loose
When the barman asked how I'd choose
To such a long, 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 home place is there.
Well he his head up and down
And then side to side and then he turned around and
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a castle
Had a hard time gettin' my dinner
It was full of these people light blonde hair
tourists...two big busloads of em
Now the owner of the place, his hair was
When I talked to him, I didn't get back
His people are what you call Brits
the ones that treated my people like dirt
That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit
His was way up in the air... but he took 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' the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
Then the very 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 sellin' and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda there still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that much impressed 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 matched the picture in my scrap book
And my heart beat faster as I drove to
The sun burst through the clouds then 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... roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust