Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

There was a barber and his
And he was
A proper artist a knife
But they him for life
And he was

Barker his name was, Barker
Transported? What was his

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

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

So they merely shipped up for off south, they did
Leaving her with but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her even then? Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but was worse yet to come
thing

Joanna, that was the child's
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a story, don't you?

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

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

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

She wasn't no for such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so
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 mercy on
So it is you, Barker