[00:00.00] 作词 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:00.00]"Isn't that a room up there over the pie shop?"
[00:03.25]"If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?"
[00:05.38]"That should bring in something"
[00:07.10]"Up there? Oh, no, I don't go near it."
[00:09.98]"People think it's haunted."
[00:12.11]"You see, years ago, something happened up there, something not very nice"
[00:18.73]
[00:19.54]There was a barber and his wife
[00:23.33]And he was beautiful
[00:26.66]A proper artist with a knife
[00:30.26]But they transported him for life
[00:33.75]And he was beautiful
[00:38.76]"Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker."
[00:42.81]"Transported? What was his crime?"
[00:45.38]"Foolishness..."
[00:46.60]
[00:47.31]He had this wife, you see
[00:50.29]Pretty little thing
[00:51.66]Silly little nit
[00:52.52]Had her chance for the moon on a string
[00:57.32]Poor thing! Poor thing!
[01:05.66]There were these two, you see, wanted her like mad
[01:09.96]One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle
[01:13.60]Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle
[01:17.53]But she wouldn't budge from her needle
[01:21.02]Too bad! Pure thing!
[01:25.05]So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did
[01:28.36]Leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid
[01:31.71]Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid
[01:35.10]Poor fool!
[01:36.92]Ah, but there was worse yet to come
[01:38.88]Poor thing!
[01:40.64]
[01:41.48]"Johanna... That was the child's name, pretty little Johanna."
[01:46.02]"Go on."
[01:47.04]"My, you do like a good story, don't you?"
[01:50.07]
[01:51.39]Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
[01:54.88]Poor thing! Poor thing!
[01:58.11]The judge, he tells her, is all contrite
[02:01.45]He blames himself for her dreadful plight
[02:04.59]She must come straight to his house tonight
[02:07.88]Poor thing! Poor thing!
[02:11.62]
[02:26.19]Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing!
[02:29.27]They're having this ball all in masks
[02:32.33]There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing!
[02:35.44]She wonders, tormented and drinks, poor thing!
[02:38.49]The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing!
[02:41.51]"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks
[02:45.90]He was there, alright, only not so contrite
[02:49.50]
[02:52.14]She wasn't no match for such craft, you see
[02:55.42]And everyone thought it so droll
[02:58.47]They figured she had to be daft, you see
[03:01.55]So all of them stood there and laughed, you see
[03:04.58]Poor soul!
[03:07.51]Poor thing!
[03:10.80]
[03:13.53]"No!"
[03:18.37]"Would no one have mercy on her?"
[03:21.84]"So it is you, Benjamin Barker!"

作词 : Stephen Sondheim
作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
"Isn't that a room up there over the pie shop?"
"If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?"
"That should bring in something"
"Up there? Oh, no, I don't go near it."
"People think it's haunted."
"You see, years ago, something happened up there, something not very nice"
There was a barber and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
"Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker."
"Transported? What was his crime?"
"Foolishness..."
He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor thing! Poor thing!
There were these two, you see, wanted her like mad
One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle
Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle
But she wouldn't budge from her needle
Too bad! Pure thing!
So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did
Leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid
Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid
Poor fool!
Ah, but there was worse yet to come
Poor thing!
"Johanna... That was the child's name, pretty little Johanna."
"Go on."
"My, you do like a good story, don't you?"
Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
Poor thing! Poor thing!
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight
Poor thing! Poor thing!
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing!
They're having this ball all in masks
There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing!
She wonders, tormented and drinks, poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing!
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks
He was there, alright, only not so contrite
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them stood there and laughed, you see
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
"No!"
"Would no one have mercy on her?"
"So it is you, Benjamin Barker!"