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 write note to say, why Paddy's not at work today.

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

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

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

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

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

While I lay groaning on the ground I thought I passed the worst,
the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom 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 it started down once more,
And landed right across me as I lay the floor.
Well it broke three ribs, and my left arm, and I can say;
That I you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.