Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a room up there over the pie
If times are so hard why don't you rent it
should bring in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, think its haunted
You see, years ago something happened up
Something not nice

was a barber and his wife
And he was
A proper with a knife
But they him for life
And he was

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

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

There were two, you see
Wanted her like mad, one of a judge
one his beadle
Everyday nudge and they'd weedle
But she budge from her needle
Too bad, thing

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

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

Well, Beadle on her all polite
thing, poor thing
The judge, he her, is all contrite
He blames himself for her plight
She must straight to his house tonight
thing, poor thing

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

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

She no match for such 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 mercy on
So it is you, Barker