Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a up there over the pie shop?
If times are so hard why don't you rent it
should bring in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, think its haunted
You see, years ago something up there
Something not 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, Barker
What was his crime?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wasn't no match for craft, you see
And everyone thought it so
figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them there and laughed, you see
soul, poor thing

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