Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a room up over the pie shop?
If times are so hard why don't you it out?
That should in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, people think its
You see, ago something happened up there
Something not very

There was a and his wife
And he was
A artist with a knife
But transported him for life
And he was

his name was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his

He had wife, you see
little thing, silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a
thing, poor thing

There these two, you see
Wanted her like mad, one of a judge
one his beadle
Everyday they'd nudge and they'd
But she wouldn't budge from her
Too bad, pure

So they merely up for blighter off south, they did
Leaving her with but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her head then? Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but was worse yet to come
thing

Joanna, was the child's name
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a story, don't you?

Well, Beadle calls on her all
Poor thing, thing
The judge, he tells her, is all
He blames himself for her dreadful
She must straight to his house tonight
thing, poor thing

Of course when she goes
Poor thing, thing
They're having ball all in masks
There's no one she knows
Poor dear, poor

She wonders, tormented and
thing
The has repented, she thinks
thing
"Oh, is Judge Turpin?" she asks
He was there, alright, not so contrite

She wasn't no match for craft, you see
And everyone it so drull
They she had to be daft, you see
So all of stood there and laughed, you see
soul, poor thing

No, would no one have on her?
So it is you, Barker