Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

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

his name was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? was his crime?

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

There these two, you see
Wanted her like mad, one of them a
one his beadle
Everyday they'd and they'd weedle
But she budge from 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 even Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but there was yet to come
Poor

Joanna, that was the name
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 for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house
Poor thing, thing

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

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

She no match for such craft, you see
And thought it so drull
They she had to be daft, you see
So all of stood there and laughed, you see
Poor soul, thing

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