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 face a grey.
And I write this to say why I am not at work today.

working on the 14th floor some bricks I had to clear.
But tossing them down such a height was not a good idea.
The wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sod.
And he said I had to cart them 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 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 rope the barrel fell lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I up instead .
I shot up like a rocket and to my I found.
That half way up I met the bloody coming down.

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

Now when these bricks had from the barrel to the floor.
I then out-weighed the barrel and so started down 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 this collision half way down the block.
Caused multiple and a nasty case of shock.
But I clung on tightly to the as I fell towards the ground.
And landed on the broken the barrel had scattered round.

Well as I lay there on the I thought I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel and then the burst.
A shower of bricks 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 down more.
It right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It three ribs and my left arm and I can only say.
I hope you understand why I am not at today.