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 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 talked my way to hand the tiller on the
In her planks I a notch and sealed the vow "Be my Bonita"
And her dowry was my between the shores

I was born rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman
From the port calls and the bawds that me stray
The calliope serenades, made the old towns come
And the boys would gamble to pull her chains
The boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals 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 on her main
As the great raft disappeared, the watermark sinking
And she was right hard, a listing on the bank
With the furnace still a blaze, I stood my upon her
Then climbed the prow and took a trade
"A derelict now Milady" said the watch log I've
"Have the bosun sound us eight for the change"

Cause 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 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 this crooked frame
The striker's boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the were keeping
And how the old got poor Billy's ransom saved