Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Thing

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

There was a and his wife
And he was
A proper artist a knife
But transported him for life
And he was

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

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

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

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

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

Well, calls 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 when she goes
Poor thing, thing
having this ball all in masks
There's no one she there
dear, poor thing

She wonders, and drinks
thing
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 it so drull
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, Benjamin