Luyện nghe bài hát Rigs of The Time

It's of an old butcher, I must him in.
Charges four pence a pound, and it no sin.
Puts his thumb on the which makes it go down,
And swears it's good yet it lacks half a pound.
All sing...

Honesty 's all out of
These are the of the time
Time, me boys,
These are the rigs of the
Now next to the baker, I must bring him in.
Charges a loaf and he thinks it no sin.
he do bring it in, is not bigger than your fist,
And the top of the loaf is all in yeast
All sing...

(chorus)

Now it's next to the landlord, well I must him in.
Charges tuppence a and he thinks it no sin.
he do bring it in, now the measure it is short
And the top of the pot it is all in froth.
All sing...

(chorus)

Now the of all plans that comes to me mind
Is to set them all off in a high of wind
And when they go up, oh, the cloud it will
And the biggest old rascal come tumbling first
Singing...

(chorus)