Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a room up there 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, years ago happened up there
Something not nice

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

Barker his name was, Barker
What was his crime?

He had wife, you see
Pretty little thing, silly nit
Had her for the moon on a string
Poor thing, thing

There were two, you see
her like mad, one of them a judge
T'other one his
Everyday they'd and they'd weedle
But she wouldn't budge her needle
Too bad, thing

So they shipped up for blighter off south, they did
Leaving her with nothing but grief and a 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
little Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, don't

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

Of course when she there
Poor thing, poor
They're having this all in masks
no one she knows there
Poor dear, poor

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

She no match for such craft, you see
And everyone it so drull
figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them stood and laughed, you see
soul, poor thing

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