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 rent it
That bring in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, people think its
You see, years ago something up there
Something not nice

There was a barber and his
And he was
A proper artist with a
But they transported him for
And he was

Barker his name was, Barker
Transported? was his crime?

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

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

So they shipped up for blighter off south, they did
Leaving her with nothing but and a year old kid
Did you use her head even Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but was worse yet to come
Poor

Joanna, that was the name
little Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, you?

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

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

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

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

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