Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

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

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

Now, all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel, and 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 tightly to the rope I started up instead.
While I up like a rocket, to my dismay I found,
That halfway up, I met the bloody coming down.

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

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

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

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