Luyện nghe bài hát The Weaver and the Factory Maid

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 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 factory
And if I could but her win
I'd stand beside her and weave by

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

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

I went to my love's door
Where often times I had before
But I could not nor yet get in
The pleasant bed that my love in

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

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

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

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

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

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