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, singin' Plastic Paddy
in a Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
There's shamrocks 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 out of tune at that
His singin' voice it ranges from a to a flat
He's desecrated "The Holy Ground", ripped apart "Black Velvet Band"
Sang some drunk and now he's sunk "The Irish Rover" with all hands

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

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

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

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

'Cause he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic songs
in a Plastic pub that they call The Blarny Stone
Now he's sung in his mother 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 singin' "Danny Boy", so it's time that I was gone
and just one thought comes to my mind, as I stagger the door
Where are you when we need you, Moore?
Where are you when we need you, Moore?

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