Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

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

While on the fourteenth floor 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 them down the in me hod.

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

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

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

Now, when these had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then the barrel, and so started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope, I sped the ground.
And I landed on the broken bricks that were all '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 rained on me - I hadn't got a hope.
As I lay moaning on the ground: I let go of the bloody rope.

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