Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

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

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

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

There these two, you see
Wanted her like mad, one of them a
T'other one his
Everyday they'd and they'd weedle
But she wouldn't from her needle
Too bad, pure

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
fool, ah, but there was worse yet to come
Poor

Joanna, that was the child's
little Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, you?

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

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

She wonders, and drinks
thing
The has repented, she thinks
thing
"Oh, where is 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 stood and laughed, you see
Poor soul, poor

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