Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

Dear sir I this 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 write this note to say, why not at work today.

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

Now, clearing all 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 to see;
That a barrel full of building bricks was than me.

So when I the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, to my dismay I found,
That up, I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well, the broke 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 numb and shock from this almighty blow,
And the spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below.

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

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

The barrel then heavier it started down once more,
And right 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 not at work today.