Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

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

While working on the 14th some 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 bricks by hand, it was so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job, I was too 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 tightly to the rope I started up .
I up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half way up I met the bloody barrel down.

The barrel broke my sholder as to the it sped.
And when I the top I banged the pulley with my head.
I on tightly 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 started once more.
But I clung on to the rope, my body racked with pain.
And half way down I met the once again.

The force of collision half way down the office block.
Caused multiple abbraisions and a 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.

as I lay there on the floor I thought 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 bleeding on the I let go of the bloody rope.

The barrel now being heavier, it down once more.
It landed right me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can say.
I you understand why I am not at work today.