Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Cavan

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

The closer to the root of my family tree, the 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 like bread
There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to

My whistle was wet and my was loose
the barman asked how come I'd choose
To travel 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 grandaddy came from there.
I want to see if the old home place is there.
Well he his head up and down
And then to side and then he turned around and said
'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people admit to that

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room in a fancy castle
Had a hard time gettin' my there
It was of these people with light blonde hair
Danish tourists...two big of em
Now the owner of the place, his was black
I talked to him, I didn't get much back
His people are what you call 'west
They're the ones that treated my people like
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 of the one I'd rather have as host
It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, in Kingscourt 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 about our connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of
He said, exactly may I help 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 section
It matched the picture in my dad's scrap
And my beat faster as I drove to look
The sun burst through the clouds just 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 ashes to ashes... to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust