Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

Dear sir I write this to you to tell you of my plight.
For at the of writing it I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all black & blue, my face a grey.
And I write this to say why I am not at work today.

While working on the floor some bricks I had to clear.
But them down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman very pleased, he is an awkward sod.
And he I had to cart them down the ladders in me hod.

Well clearing all bricks by hand, it was so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a below.
But in my haste to do the job, I was too to see.
That a barrel full of building was heavier than me.

And so when I untied the rope the barrel fell lead.
And clinging to the rope I started up instead .
I shot up a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half way up I met the bloody barrel down.

The broke my sholder as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top I the pulley with my head.
I clung on tightly with shock from this almighty blow.
While the barrel spilled out half its bricks some 14 below.

Now when these bricks had fallen from the to the floor.
I then the barrel and so started down once more.
But I clung on tightly to the rope, my racked with pain.
And half way down I met the once again.

The of this collision half way down the office block.
Caused multiple abbraisions and a case of shock.
But I clung on tightly to the rope as I towards the ground.
And landed on the bricks the barrel had scattered round.

Well as I lay there on the floor I thought I'd the worst.
But the barrel hit the wheel and then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks down on me I didn't have a hope.
As I lay there on the ground I let go of the bloody rope.

The now being heavier, it started down once more.
It landed right me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can say.
I hope you why I am not at work today.