Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

There was a barber and his
And he was
A proper artist with a
But they transported him for
And he was

Barker his name was, Benjamin
What was his crime?

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

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

So they shipped up for blighter off south, they did
Leaving her nothing but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her head then? Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool, ah, but was worse yet to come
thing

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

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

Of course when she there
thing, poor thing
They're having this ball all in
There's no one she there
Poor dear, thing

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

She no match for such craft, you see
And thought it so drull
figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of stood there and laughed, you see
soul, poor thing

No, no one have mercy on her?
So it is you, Benjamin