Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

Dear sir I write this 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 a deathly grey.
And I write this to say why I am not at work today.

While working on the 14th floor some I had to clear.
But tossing them down from such a height was not a idea.
The wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sod.
And he said I had to cart 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 full of building bricks was heavier than 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 half way up I met the barrel coming down.

The barrel broke my 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 from this blow.
While the barrel spilled out half its some 14 floors below.

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

The force of this half way down the office block.
Caused multiple abbraisions and a nasty of shock.
But I clung on tightly to the rope as I fell 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 pulley wheel and then the 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 down once more.
It landed across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three and my left arm and I can only say.
I you understand why I am not at work today.