Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a room up there over the pie
If times are so hard why don't you it out?
That should bring in
Up there, oh no, I no go it, people think its haunted
You see, years ago something happened up
Something not nice

There was a and his wife
And he was
A artist with a knife
But transported him for life
And he was

Barker his name was, Benjamin
Transported? was his crime?

He had wife, you see
Pretty little thing, little nit
Had her for the moon on a string
Poor thing, poor

There these two, you see
her like mad, one of them a judge
T'other one his
Everyday they'd nudge and weedle
But she wouldn't budge her needle
Too bad, pure

So they merely shipped up for off south, they did
Leaving her with but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her head even then? Oh no, God
fool, ah, but there was worse yet to come
Poor

Joanna, that was the child's
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, don't

Well, calls on her all polite
Poor thing, thing
The judge, he tells her, is all
He blames himself for her dreadful
She must come straight to his tonight
Poor thing, thing

Of when she goes there
thing, poor thing
They're having this ball all in
no one she knows there
Poor dear, thing

She wonders, tormented and
thing
The has repented, she thinks
thing
"Oh, where is Turpin?" she asks
He was there, alright, only not so

She wasn't no for such craft, you see
And everyone it so drull
figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them stood and laughed, you see
Poor soul, poor

No, would no one mercy on her?
So it is you, Barker