Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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 I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again

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

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

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

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

How can you say a pleasant bed
When nowt there but a factory maid?
And a lass although she be
is the man that 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 hills all with snow

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

The is made into cloth at last
The ends of the weft they are made fast
The labors are now all past
Such a trade is the weaver

are the girls, I will tell you plain
The have gone to weave by steam
And if you'd find them you must rise at
And trudge to the mill in the 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 small clothes and in my hand
And wherever I go, here's the bold weaver again