Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling Virginia
A wheelhouse cub for an open door
In the packet a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita
Just two months from her timbers til she
I paid the fare in billet on her maiden to Vicksburg
And talked my way to the tiller on the course
In her planks I carved a notch and the vow "Be my Bonita"
And her was my life between the shores

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

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

Cause I was born rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman
the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray
The calliope serenades, made the old towns running
And the boys would shards to pull her chains
And I would take to wider walks, so the gin I stopped a
At three scores aloft this 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 saved