Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling 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 my way to hand the tiller on the course
In her I carved a notch 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 serenades, made the old towns come running
And the boys would shards to pull her chains
The striker's would fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were keeping
And how the old got poor Billy's ransom saved

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

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