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 pub that they call The Blarny Stone
There's plastic shamrocks everywhere, there's and green beer
And a sign in gaelic above the bar which "God Bless All Here"

His guitar sounds a wardrobe, and it's out of tune at that
His singin' voice it ranges from a 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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' 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
are you when we need you, Christy Moore?
Where are you when we you, Christy Moore?

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