Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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

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

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

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

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

How can you say it's a bed
When nowt there but a factory maid?
And a factory although she be
Blest is the man that she

O pleasant thoughts come to me
As I turn down the sheets so
And I seen her two standing so
Like two white hills all covered snow

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

The yarn is made into cloth at
The ends of the they are made quite fast
The weaver's labors are now all
Such a trade is the weaver

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

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