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 and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold again

I'm a hand to my trade
I in love with a factory maid
And if I but her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by

My father to me scornful
"How could you fancy a maid?"
When you could girls fine and gay
Dressed like unto the of May

As for your fine I don't care
If I but enjoy my dear
I'd in the factory all the day
And she and I'd keep our in play

I to my love's bedroom door
Where often times I had 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 lies there but a factory maid?
And a lass although she be
is the man that enjoys she

O pleasant thoughts to me mind
As I turn down the so fine
And I seen her two breasts so
Like two white hills all with snow

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

The yarn is made into at last
The ends of the weft are made quite fast
The weaver's labors are now all
a wearisome trade is the weaver

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

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, here's the bold weaver again