Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

was a barber and his wife
And he was
A proper with a knife
But they transported him for
And he was

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

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

There were two, you see
Wanted her mad, one of them a judge
one his beadle
Everyday nudge and they'd weedle
But she wouldn't budge from her
Too bad, pure

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

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

Well, Beadle on her all polite
Poor thing, thing
The judge, he her, is all contrite
He blames himself for her plight
She must come straight to his tonight
Poor thing, thing

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

She wonders, and drinks
Poor
The has repented, she thinks
Poor
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she
He was there, alright, not so contrite

She no match for such craft, you see
And everyone it so drull
They she had to be daft, you see
So all of them there and laughed, you see
Poor soul, poor

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