[00:00.000] 作曲 : Roddy Woomble/Robert Fairfoull/Colin Newton/Rodric Pryce Jones
[00:16.90]There was a barber and his wife,
[00:20.70]And he was beautiful,
[00:24.38]A proper artist with a knife,
[00:27.69]But they transported him for life.
[00:31.17]And he was beautiful...
[00:34.38]
[00:46.39]He had this wife, ya see.
[00:49.06]Pretty little thing,
[00:50.32]silly little nit.
[00:51.27]Had her chance for the moon on a string...
[00:55.64]Poor thing
[00:59.22]Poor thing
[01:02.86]There was this Judge, you see,
[01:05.56]Wanted her like mad,
[01:06.83]Every day he’d send her a flower,
[01:10.27]But did she come down from her tower?
[01:13.59]Sat up there and sobbed by the hour,
[01:17.05]Poor fool.
[01:19.16]Ah, but there was worse yet to come,
[01:21.08]Poor thing.
[01:29.31]The Beadle calls on her, all polite,
[01:32.63]Poor thing, poor thing.
[01:35.94]The Judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
[01:39.11]He blames himself for her dreadful plight
[01:42.56]She must come straight to his house tonight!
[01:45.60]Poor thing, poor thing.
[01:53.58]Of course, when she goes there,
[01:55.20]Poor thing, poor thing,
[01:56.71]They're having this ball all in masks.
[01:59.75]There's no one she knows there,
[02:02.35]Poor dear, poor thing,
[02:03.06]She wanders tormented, and drinks,
[02:05.63]Poor thing.
[02:06.00]The Judge has repented, she thinks,
[02:08.02]Poor thing.
[02:09.02]“Oh, where is Judge Turpin?” she asks.
[02:13.56]He was there, all right--
[02:14.87]Only not so contrite!
[02:19.54]She wasn’t no match for such craft, you see,
[02:22.62]And everyone thought it so droll.
[02:25.64]They figured she had to be daft, you see,
[02:28.49]So all of ‘em stood there and laughed, you see,
[02:31.56]Poor soul!
[02:34.40]Poor thing!
[02:35.68]
[02:47.96]NOOOOOOOO...
[02:50.28]Would no one have mercy on her?
[02:54.54]So it is you -- Benjamin Barker.
[02:57.14]No, not Barker.
[03:00.84]That man is dead.
[03:02.53]It's Todd now.
[03:04.46]Sweeney Todd ...
[03:06.11]And he will have his revenge.