Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

Dear sir I this note to you to tell you of my plight.
For at the time of it I'm not a pretty sight.
My is all black & blue, my face 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 from such a was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he is an sod.
And he said I had to cart them the ladders in me hod.

Well clearing all bricks by hand, it was so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a below.
But in my haste to do the job, I was too to see.
a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

And so when I untied the rope the barrel fell lead.
And clinging tightly to the I started up instead .
I shot up like a 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 reached the top I the pulley with my head.
I clung on tightly numb shock from this almighty blow.
While the barrel spilled out half its some 14 floors below.

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

The of this collision half way down the office block.
Caused multiple abbraisions and a nasty 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 on the floor I thought I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel and the bottom burst.
A of bricks 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 barrel now being heavier, it down once more.
It landed right across me as I lay on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my arm and I can only say.
I hope you understand why I am not at today.