Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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

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

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

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

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

How can you say it's a bed
When nowt lies but a factory maid?
And a factory lass she be
Blest is the man enjoys she

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

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

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

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