Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

The force of this half way down the office block.
Caused multiple and a nasty case of shock.
But I clung on tightly to the rope as I fell the ground.
And on the broken bricks the barrel had scattered round.

Well as I lay there on the floor I I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel and 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 right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my arm and I can only say.
I you understand why I am not at work today.