Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

Dear sir I this note to you to tell me of me plight,
And at the of writing, I am not a pretty 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 floor some I had to clear.
Now to throw down from such a height, was not a good idea.
The foreman very pleased, he being an awkward sod.
He said I'd to carry them down the ladders in me hod.

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

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

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

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

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

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