Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

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

While working on the 14th floor some I had to clear.
But tossing down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't pleased, he is an awkward sod.
And he I had to cart them down the ladders in me hod.

clearing all these 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.
a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

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

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

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

The force of this collision way down the office block.
multiple abbraisions and a nasty case of shock.
But I on tightly to the rope as I fell towards the ground.
And landed on the broken bricks the had scattered round.

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

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