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 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 bricks I had to clear.
But tossing them down from a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he is an sod.
And he said I had to cart down the ladders in me hod.

Well clearing all these 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 full of building bricks was heavier me.

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

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

Now when these bricks had fallen the barrel to the floor.
I then out-weighed the 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 force of this collision way down the office block.
Caused multiple and a nasty case of shock.
But I clung on to the rope as I fell towards the ground.
And landed on the 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 down on me I have a hope.
As I lay there bleeding on the I let go of the bloody 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 left arm and I can say.
I hope you understand why I am not at today.