Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

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

Barker his name was, Barker
Transported? What was his

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

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

So they merely up for blighter off south, they did
her with nothing but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her head even 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, you?

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

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

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

She no match for such craft, you see
And thought 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 mercy on her?
So it is you, Benjamin