Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

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
What was his crime?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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