Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Paddy

In eighteen and forty-one
Me breeches I put on
Me corduroy I put on
To work upon the railway, the
I'm weary of the
Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen and forty-two
From Hartlepool I to Crewe
meself a job to do
Working on the

I was corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, switches, dodging pitches
I was working on the

In eighteen hundred and
I broke me across me knee
And to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby

I was corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging
I was working on the

In eighteen hundred and
I landed on the Liverpool
Me belly was empty, me hands raw
working on the railway, the railway
I'm to my guts of the railway
Poor Paddy on the railway

In eighteen hundred and
When Danny O'Connell he was
When O'Connell he was alive
And on the railway

I was wearing corduroy
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging
I was working on the

In eighteen and forty-six
I changed me trade to carrying
me trade to carrying bricks
Still on the railway

I was corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, switches, dodging pitches
I was on the railway

In eighteen and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of to Heaven
The old was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the
I'm sick to my death of the
Poor Paddy works on the

I was corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, pitches
I was working on the