Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

I grew up in the scantling of Wheeling West Virginia
A wheelhouse cub looking for an open
In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my
two months from her timbers til she moored
I the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg
And talked my way to hand the on the course
In her I carved a notch and sealed the vow "Be my Bonita"
And her dowry was my between the shores

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

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

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