Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

Dear sir I write this note to you to me of me plight,
And at the time of writing, I am not a sight.
Me is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray.
And I write note to say, why Paddy's not at work today.

While working on the floor some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down such a height, was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he an awkward sod.
He said I'd have to carry them the ladders in me hod.

Now, all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel, and the rope below.
But in me haste to do the job, I was too to see;
That a full of building bricks was heavier than me.

So I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the I started up instead.
While I shot up like a rocket, to my I found,
That halfway up, I met the bloody barrel down.

Well, the barrel broke my as to the ground it sped,
And when I reached the top, I the pulley with me head.
Well I clung on tight numb and shock from this almighty blow,
And the barrel out half the bricks fourteen floors below.

Now, these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel, and so started down more.
Still tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground.
And I landed on the broken bricks were all scattered 'round.

While I lay groaning on the ground I thought I passed the worst,
When the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the burst.
Well a shower of bricks rained on me - I hadn't got a hope.
As I lay there moaning on the ground: I let go of the rope.

The barrel then being heavier it started down more,
And landed right across me as I lay the floor.
Well it three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say;
That I you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.