Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and
I was a weaver, I carried my roods 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 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?"
you could have girls fine and gay
Dressed unto the Queen of May

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

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 a pleasant bed
When lies there but a factory maid?
And a factory although she be
Blest is the man that she

O pleasant come to me mind
As I turn the sheets so fine
And I seen her two breasts so
Like two hills all covered with snow

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

The yarn is made 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 have gone to weave by steam
And if you'd find you must rise at dawn
And trudge to the mill in the early

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