Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

There was a and his wife
And he was
A proper artist with a
But they him for life
And he was

Barker his was, Benjamin Barker
What was his crime?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wasn't no for such craft, you see
And everyone it so drull
figured 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