Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Paddy

In eighteen hundred and
Me breeches I put on
Me corduroy I put on
To work the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the
Poor Paddy works on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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