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?
That should bring in
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, people think its
You see, years ago something up there
Something not very

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? What was his

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

There these 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, 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 there was worse yet to
Poor

Joanna, that was the child's
Pretty Joanna, go on
My, you do like a good story, you?

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

Of when she goes there
Poor thing, thing
having this ball all in masks
There's no one she knows
Poor dear, thing

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

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

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