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

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

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

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

He's just a Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
in a Plastic Paddy pub that call The Blarny Stone
There's Aer Lingus posters everywhere showing pretty Irish
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
he embarks upon the harp that once through terraced halls
Accompanying himself on the Bodhrn, which takes a lot of

'Cause he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy
in a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Stone
Now just 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, singin' Plastic Paddy
He's started "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, Christy
are you when we need you, Christy Moore?

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