Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

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

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

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

And so when I untied the rope the barrel fell 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 barrel down.

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

Now when these bricks had fallen from the 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 half way down I met the barrel again.

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

Well as I lay on the floor I thought I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel hit the wheel and then the bottom burst.
A shower of rained down 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 broke ribs and my left arm and I can only say.
I you understand why I am not at work today.