Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

Dear sir I write note 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 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 such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman very pleased, he is an awkward sod.
And he said I had to cart them down the in me hod.

Well clearing all these by hand, it was so very 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 was heavier than me.

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

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

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

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

Well as I lay there on the floor I I'd passed the worst.
But the hit the pulley wheel and then the bottom burst.
A shower of rained 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 arm and I can only say.
I hope you why I am not at work today.