Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

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

his name was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his

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

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 wouldn't budge her needle
Too bad, thing

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

Joanna, that was the name
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, you?

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

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

She wonders, tormented and
Poor
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 them there and laughed, you see
Poor soul, poor

No, would no one have on her?
So it is you, Barker