Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

There was a and his wife
And he was
A artist with a knife
But transported him for life
And he was

his name was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his

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

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

So they merely up for blighter off south, they did
Leaving her nothing but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her head then? Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but there was yet to come
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, thing
The judge, he her, is all contrite
He blames himself for her plight
She must come straight to his house
thing, poor thing

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

She wonders, tormented and
thing
The has repented, she thinks
Poor
"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
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, Barker