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 bring in
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, people its haunted
You see, ago something happened up there
not very nice

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

Barker his name was, Barker
What was his crime?

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

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

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

Joanna, that was the name
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, don't

Well, Beadle 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 when she goes there
thing, poor thing
They're having this ball all in
no one she knows there
Poor dear, thing

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

She no match for such craft, you see
And thought 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 have mercy on
So it is you, Benjamin