Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my and shears
I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and in my hand
And I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again

I'm a hand weaver to my
I fell in love with a factory
And if I could but her win
I'd stand beside her and by steam

My father to me said
"How could you a factory maid?"
When you have girls fine and gay
Dressed unto the Queen of May

As for your fine girls I don't
If I could but my dear
I'd stand in the all the day
And she and I'd keep our shuttles in

I went to my love's door
Where often times I had before
But I could not nor yet get in
The pleasant bed my love lies in

How can you say a pleasant bed
When nowt lies there but a maid?
And a factory although she be
is the man that enjoys she

O pleasant come to me mind
As I turn down the sheets so
And I her two breasts standing so
Like two white all covered with snow

The loom goes click and the loom goes
The shuttle flies forward and then back
The weaver's so that he's like to crack
a wearisome trade is the weaver

The yarn is into cloth at last
The ends of the weft they are made fast
The labors are now all past
Such a wearisome is the weaver

Where are the girls, I will you plain
The girls have gone to by steam
And if you'd find them you must rise at
And trudge to the in the early morn

Oh, when I was a tailor, I my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver, I carried my and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my
And I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again