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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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