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 and blue, me face a deathly gray.
And I write this note to say, why Paddy's not at today.

working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear.
Now to throw them down from a height, was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't 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 the rope below.
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to
That a barrel of building bricks was heavier than me.

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

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

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

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

The barrel then being heavier it started down more,
And landed across 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.