Luyện nghe bài hát Bonita and Bill Butler

I grew up in the yards of Wheeling West Virginia
A wheelhouse cub looking for an door
In the packet a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita
Just two months from her til she moored
I paid the fare in billet on her maiden to Vicksburg
And my way to hand the tiller on the course
In her planks I a notch and sealed the vow "Be my Bonita"
And her dowry was my life the shores

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

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

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