Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't a room up there over the pie shop?
If times are so hard why don't you rent it
should bring in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, people its haunted
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 was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his

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

There were two, you see
Wanted her like mad, one of 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 merely shipped up for off south, they did
Leaving her with nothing but and a year old kid
Did you use her head then? Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but there was worse yet to
thing

Joanna, was the child's name
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, you?

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

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

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 match for craft, you see
And everyone thought it so
figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them there and laughed, you see
Poor soul, thing

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