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 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

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

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

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

I went to my bedroom door
Where times I had been before
But I not speak nor yet get in
The pleasant bed that my lies in

How can you say a pleasant bed
When nowt lies there but a factory
And a factory although she be
Blest is the man that she

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

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

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

Where are the girls, I tell you plain
The girls have gone to by steam
And if you'd them you must rise at dawn
And to the mill 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 temples also, my small and reed in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold again