Luyện nghe bài hát A Little Priest

Seems a shame

Seems an awful
Such a nice, frame

Wot's his has
Had
Has
Nor it be traced!

Business needs a
Debts to be
of it as thrift as a gift
If you get my drift, no?

Seems an waste
I mean, the price of meat
What it is? you get it
If you get it
Hah
Good, you got it

Take for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie
Business never better using only pussycats and
And a pussy's for maybe six or seven at the most
And I'm sure they compare as far as taste

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming
Well, it seem a waste
Eminently
And yet appropriate as always, it's an

Mrs. Lovett, how I've
Without you all these years, never know
How delectable, undetectable
about it

Lots of gentlemen'll
be comin' for a shave
Won't
Think of all pies

How
How

For what's the sound of the out there?
What, Mr.
What, Mr.
What is sound?

crunching noises pervading the air
Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr.
Yes, all
man devouring man, my dear
And who are we to deny it in here?

are desperate times
Mrs. and desperate measures are called for
Here we are, now, hot out of the
is that?

It's priest, have a little
Is it really Sir, it's too good, at least
Then again, they don't commit of the flesh
So it's fresh

Awful lot of fat where it sat
Haven't you got poet, or something like
No, y'see, the with poet is
'Ow do you it's deceased? Try the priest

Not as hearty as bishop,
But again
Not as as curate, either

And for business too
Always leaves you more
is
We only get it on

rather nice
If it's for a
something else, though to follow
Since no one swallow it twice

Anything that's
Well then, if you're and loyal
You enjoy Royal Marine
Anyway, clean

of course it tastes of wherever it's been
Is that squire on the
Mercy, no sir, look
You'll notice it's

Looks thicker, more like
No, it has to be grocer, green

The of the world, my love
Save a lot of
Do a lot of favors
Is those below serving up above

Everybody
So there should be of flavors
How gratifying for once to
That those above will serve those below

Now see, here we've got tinker
pinker
Tailor? Paler, Subtler
Potter? Hotter,

bit of clerk
Maybe for a

Then there's sweep
If you want it
And you like it
Try the financier, of his career

That pretty rank
Well, he drank, a bank
Cashier, never sold
it was old
Have you any

week, so I'm told
Beadle isn't bad you smell it and
Notice 'ow, well, it's been
Stick to

Now then, this be a little bit stringy
But then of it's fiddle player
No, this isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo
'Ow can you tell? It's hot then blow on it first

The of the world, my sweet
Oh, Mr. Todd, ooh, Mr.
does it tell?
Is who eaten, and who gets to eat

And, Mr. Todd, too, Mr.
Who to sell
But fortunately, it's clear
That, but everybody goes down well beer

Since marine doesn't to you
'Ow about rear
Too salty, I prefer
With or without his privates? 'With' is

What is that? fop
Finest in the
And we have shepherd's pie peppered
With actual on top

And I've begun
Here's the politician, so
It's with a doily
one, put it on a bun
Well, you never if it's going to run

Try the
Fried, it's
No, the is really
Too and too mealy

Then actor, compacter
Yes, and arrives overdone
I'll again
When you have judge on the

Wait, true, we don't judge yet
But we've got something you might fancy even
that? Executioner

Have charity the world, my pet
Yes, yes, I know, my
We'll take the customers we can get
High-born and low, my

We'll not discriminate from small
No, serve anyone
anyone
And to at all