Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a room up over the pie shop?
If times are so hard why don't you rent it
That bring in something
Up there, oh no, I no go near it, think its haunted
You see, ago something happened up there
not very nice

There was a and his wife
And he was
A artist with a knife
But they transported him for
And he was

Barker his name was, Benjamin
What 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 these two, you see
Wanted her like mad, one of a judge
T'other one his
they'd nudge and they'd weedle
But she wouldn't from her needle
Too bad, pure

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

Joanna, that was the name
Pretty 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 blames himself for her dreadful
She must come straight to his tonight
Poor thing, thing

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

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

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

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