Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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

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

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

As for your fine I don't care
If I but enjoy 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
often times I had been before
But I could not nor yet get in
The pleasant bed my love lies in

How can you say a pleasant bed
When nowt lies there but a maid?
And a lass although she be
Blest is the man enjoys she

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

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

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

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

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