Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

I up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia
A cub looking for an open door
In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the of my Bonita
Just two from her timbers til she moored
I paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to
And my way to hand the tiller on the course
In her planks I a notch and sealed the vow "Be my Bonita"
And her was my life between the shores

I was born with rouging ways, and she steered me like a
From the port and the bawds that lead me stray
The calliope serenades, the old towns come running
And the boys would gamble to pull her chains
The striker's boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the were keeping
And how the old got poor Billy's ransom saved

On the lake at Bistineau, she set the at Dixie
With a thousand bales of cotton on her
As the raft disappeared, the watermark went sinking
And she was stuck right hard, a on the bank
With the still a blaze, I stood my last upon her
Then climbed the prow and a landsman's trade
"A derelict now Milady" said the watch log I've
"Have the sound us eight bells for the change"

Cause I was with rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman
From the port calls and the bawds lead me stray
The calliope serenades, made the old towns running
And the boys would shards to pull her chains
And I take to wider walks, so the gin I stopped a drinking
At three scores this crooked frame
The striker's boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the were keeping
And how the old girl's got poor Billy's ransom