Luyện nghe bài hát PLASTIC PADDY

"Plastic Paddy"
-Eric

Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah
Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah

He's just a Plastic Paddy, Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Stone
There's plastic everywhere, there's Guinness and green beer
And a sign in above the bar which says "God Bless All Here"

His guitar sounds like a wardrobe, and it's out of tune at
His singin' it ranges from a sharp to a flat
just desecrated "The Holy Ground", ripped apart "Black Velvet Band"
Sang some nights drunk and now he's "The Irish Rover" with all hands

he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that call The Blarny Stone
The publican's a proddy Scot by the name of
Who does not allow for the men behind the wire

He's done awful to "Molly Malone" and "The Farrows of Tralee"
He's murdered "Carach Fergus" and old "Mother Machree"
He's just thrashed his way through "Galway Bay" and "The Wild Rose"
and if he singing "Danny Boy", I'm gonna punch him in the nose!

He's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they The Blarny Stone
There's Aer Lingus posters showing pretty Irish scenes
all and idyllic, and very bloody green!

"When Irish are Smiling" and "The Mountains of Mourne"
In a central Celtic chich, the man has no stone unturned
'Til he embarks upon the harp once through terraced halls
himself on the Bodhrn, which takes a lot of courage

'Cause he's a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that call The Blarny Stone
Now he's sung in his mother tongue, "The Ancient Irish Curse"
and the pub completely by the forty-second verse!

'Cause he's just a Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
started singin' "Danny Boy", so it's time that I was gone
and just one thought comes to my mind, as I stagger through the
Where are you when we you, Christy Moore?
Where are you when we need you, Moore?

Note: Christy is a popular folk singer in the UK and Europe, but probably not well known in the US.