Luyện nghe bài hát Paddy's Sick Note

Dear sir I this 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 face a gray.
And I write this to say, why Paddy's not at work today.

While on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down such a height, was not a good idea.
The wasn't very pleased, he being an awkward sod.
He I'd have 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 haste to do the job, I was too blind to
a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

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

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

Now, when these had fallen from the barrel 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 broken that were all scattered 'round.

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