Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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 reed in my
And wherever I go, here's the bold weaver again

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

My to me scornful said
"How you fancy a factory maid?"
When you could girls fine and gay
Dressed like the Queen 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 keep our 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 a pleasant bed
nowt lies there but a factory maid?
And a factory lass she be
Blest is the man enjoys she

O pleasant come to me mind
As I turn down the so fine
And I her two breasts standing so
Like two white hills all covered snow

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

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

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

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