Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a 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, think its haunted
You see, years ago something up there
Something not very

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

Barker his was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his

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

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

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

Joanna, that was the name
little 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 blames himself for her dreadful
She must come straight to his house
Poor thing, poor

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

She wonders, and drinks
thing
The judge has repented, she
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 it so drull
They she had to be daft, you see
So all of them stood and laughed, you see
Poor soul, poor

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