Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

Oh, when I was a tailor, I my bodkin 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, the jolly bold weaver again

I'm a hand weaver to my
I fell in love a factory maid
And if I but her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by

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

As for your fine girls I care
If I could but enjoy my
I'd in the factory all the day
And she and I'd keep our in play

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

How can you say it's a bed
When lies 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 breasts so
Like two hills all covered with snow

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

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

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

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