Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

was a barber and his wife
And he was
A proper artist with a
But they transported him for
And he was

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

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

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

So merely shipped 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
thing

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

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

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

She wonders, and drinks
Poor
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 thought it so drull
They 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, Barker