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 her timbers til she moored
I the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg
And talked my way to hand the tiller on the
In her planks I carved a and sealed 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
the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray
The calliope serenades, made the old towns running
And the boys gamble shards to pull her chains
The striker's boast would me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were keeping
And how the old girl's got poor ransom saved

On the lake at Bistineau, she set the at Dixie
With a thousand of cotton on her main
As the great raft disappeared, the watermark went
And she was stuck right hard, a on the bank
the furnace still a blaze, I stood my last upon her
Then climbed the prow and a landsman's trade
"A derelict now Milady" said the log I've 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 that lead me stray
The calliope serenades, made the old towns come
And the boys would gamble shards to her chains
And I would take to wider walks, so the gin I a drinking
At three scores this crooked frame
The striker's boast would me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were keeping
And how the old girl's got poor Billy's ransom