Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Paddy

In hundred and forty-one
Me breeches I put on
Me corduroy I put on
To upon the railway, the railway
I'm of the railway
Poor works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and
From Hartlepool I moved to
Found a job to do
Working on the

I was wearing corduroy
ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches
I was on the railway

In eighteen hundred and
I broke me shovel across me
And went to work for the
On the to Selby railway

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

In eighteen and forty-four
I on the Liverpool shore
Me was empty, me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the
I'm sick to my guts of the
Poor works on the railway

In eighteen and forty-five
Danny O'Connell he was alive
When Danny O'Connell he was
And on the railway

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

In hundred and forty-six
I changed me to carrying bricks
Changed me trade to carrying
Still working on the

I was wearing breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging
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 upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the
Poor Paddy on the railway

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