Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

Dear sir I write note to you to tell you of my plight.
For at the of writing it I'm not a pretty sight.
My body is all & blue, my face a deathly grey.
And I write this to say why I am not at work today.

While working on the 14th some bricks I had to clear.
But tossing them down such a height was not a good idea.
The wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sod.
And he said I had to cart them the ladders in me hod.

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

And so when I untied the rope the fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I up instead .
I up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

The barrel my sholder as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top I the pulley with my head.
I clung on tightly numb with from this almighty blow.
While the barrel spilled out half its some 14 floors below.

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

The force of this collision half way the office block.
multiple abbraisions and a nasty case of shock.
But I clung on tightly to the rope as I fell the ground.
And landed on the bricks the barrel had scattered round.

as I lay there on the floor I thought I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel hit the wheel and then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks rained down on me I didn't a hope.
As I lay bleeding on the ground I let go of the bloody rope.

The barrel now being heavier, it started once more.
It right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can say.
I hope you why I am not at work today.