Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

Isn't there a room up there 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 it, people think its haunted
You see, years ago something happened up
Something not very

There was a and his wife
And he was
A proper artist 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 little thing, silly nit
Had her chance for the moon on a
Poor thing, poor

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

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

Joanna, was the child's name
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 tells her, is all
He blames himself for her plight
She must straight to his house tonight
thing, poor thing

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

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

She no match for such craft, you see
And thought 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 on her?
So it is you, Benjamin