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
That should in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, think its haunted
You see, years ago happened 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

his name was, Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his

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

There these two, you see
Wanted her mad, one of them a judge
one his beadle
Everyday they'd and they'd weedle
But she budge from her needle
Too bad, pure

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

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 himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his tonight
thing, poor thing

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

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

She wasn't no for such 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
soul, poor thing

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