Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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

I'm a hand to my trade
I fell in love 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?"
you could have girls fine and gay
Dressed unto the Queen of May

As for your girls 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
Where often times I had before
But I not speak nor yet get in
The pleasant bed my love lies in

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, when I was a tailor, I my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver, I 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