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 ways a wed the keel of my Bonita
Just two months from her timbers til she
I paid the fare in billet on her voyage to Vicksburg
And talked my way to hand the 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 me like a woman
the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray
The calliope serenades, the old towns come running
And the boys would gamble shards to her chains
The striker's boast fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were keeping
And how the old girl's got poor Billy's saved

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

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