Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

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

Barker his name was, Benjamin
What was his crime?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wasn't no match for 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, no one have mercy on her?
So it is you, Barker