Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

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

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

On the lake at Bistineau, she set the wharf at
With a bales of cotton on her main
As the great raft disappeared, the watermark went
And she was stuck hard, a listing on the bank
With the furnace still a blaze, I stood my upon her
Then climbed the prow and took a trade
"A derelict now Milady" said the watch log concorded
"Have the bosun sound us bells for the change"

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