Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

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

While working on the floor some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw down from such a height, was not a good idea.
The wasn't very pleased, he being 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 to do the job, I was too blind to see;
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 up like a rocket, to my dismay I found,
That halfway up, I met the bloody coming down.

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

Now, when these bricks had from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel, and so down once 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 I thought I passed the worst,
When the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the burst.
Well a shower of bricks 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 then being heavier it started 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.