Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

Oh, when I was a tailor, I my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my
My temples also, my small and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, the jolly bold weaver again

I'm a weaver to my trade
I in love with a factory maid
And if I could but her win
I'd stand her and weave by steam

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

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

I went to my bedroom door
Where often I had been before
But I could not nor yet get in
The pleasant bed that my love in

How can you say it's a bed
When nowt lies there but a factory
And a lass although she be
is the man that enjoys she

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

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

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

Where are the girls, I will tell you
The girls have gone to weave by
And if you'd them you must rise at dawn
And trudge to the mill in the early

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