Luyện nghe bài hát The Bricklayer's Song

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

While working on the 14th floor bricks I had to clear.
But tossing them down from such a 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 up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job, I was too to see.
That a barrel full of building was heavier than me.

And so when I untied the rope the barrel like lead.
And tightly to the rope I started up instead .
I up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half way up I met the bloody barrel 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 numb with shock from this almighty blow.
While the barrel out half its bricks some 14 floors below.

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

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

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

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