Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

Dear sir I write this to you to tell me of me plight,
And at the of writing, I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue, me face a gray.
And I write note to say, why Paddy's not at work today.

While working on the fourteenth some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them from such a height, was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he an awkward sod.
He said I'd have to carry down the ladders in me hod.

Now, clearing all bricks by hand, it was so very slow.
So I up a barrel, and secured the rope below.
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to
That a full of building bricks was heavier than me.

So when I untied the rope, the barrel fell lead.
And clinging to the rope I started up instead.
While I shot up like a rocket, to my I found,
halfway up, I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well, the barrel my shoulders as to the ground it sped,
And when I the top, I banged the pulley with me head.
Well I on tight though numb and shock from this almighty blow,
And the barrel out half the bricks fourteen floors below.

Now, when these bricks had fallen the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel, and so down once more.
Still tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground.
And I landed on the broken bricks were all scattered 'round.

I lay their groaning on the ground I thought I passed the worst,
When the hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst.
Well a shower of rained down on me - I hadn't got a hope.
As I lay there moaning on the ground: I let go of the rope.

The then being heavier it started down once more,
And landed across me as I lay across the floor.
Well it three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say;
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at today.