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 Plastic Paddy pub 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 voice it ranges 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 just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic pub that they 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"
murdered "Carach Fergus" and poor old "Mother Machree"
He's thrashed his way through "Galway Bay" and "The Wild Irish Rose"
and if he starts singing "Danny Boy", I'm punch him in the nose!

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

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

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

'Cause he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic songs
started singin' "Danny Boy", so it's time that I was gone
and just one thought comes to my mind, as I 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 probably not known in the US.