Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

I grew up in the yards of Wheeling West Virginia
A wheelhouse cub for an open door
In the ways 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 voyage to
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 dowry was my life the shores

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

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

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