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 rent it
That should bring in
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, people think its
You see, years ago happened up there
not very nice

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

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

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

There these two, you see
Wanted her mad, one of them a judge
one his beadle
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 but grief and a year old kid
Did you use her head even then? Oh no, God
Poor fool, ah, but was worse yet to come
thing

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

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

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

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

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

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