Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

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

While working on the fourteenth some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them from such a height, was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he being an sod.
He said I'd have to carry them down the 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 to do the job, I was too blind to see;
That a barrel full of building bricks was than me.

So when I the rope, the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I up instead.
While I up like a rocket, to my dismay I found,
That halfway up, I met the barrel coming down.

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

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

While I lay their groaning on the ground I I passed the worst,
When the barrel hit the wheel, and then the bottom burst.
Well a of bricks rained down 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 down once more,
And landed across me as I lay across the floor.
Well it three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say;
I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.