Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

Bustopher Jones is not and bones
In fact, he's fat
He doesn't haunt pubs, he has or nine clubs
For he's the St. Street cat!
He's the cat we all greet as we walk down the
In his coat of black
No common-place mousers such well cut trousers
Or such an impeccable

In the whole of St. James's the smartest of is
The of this Brummell of cats
And all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white

My visits are occasional to the senior
And it is against the
For any one cat to both to that
And the Joint Schools
For a similar reason, when game is in
I'm found, not at Fox's, but
I am frequently seen at the gay and Screen
Which is for winkles and shrimps

In the season of I give my Benison
To the Pothunter's bones
And just before not a moment too soon
To drop in for a at the Drones
When I'm in a hurry there's probably curry
At the or at the Glutton
I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice and mutton

In the of St. James's the smartest of names is
The of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or to
By Bustopher Jones in spats

So much in this way passes day
At one or another he's found
It can be no that under our eyes
He has grown round

He's a twenty-five

Or I am a

And putting on weight every day

But I'm so well because I've observed
All my a routine and I'd say
I am still in my prime, I shall out my time

the word from this stoutest of cats

It and it shall be spring in Pall Mall
While Bustopher Jones white
Jones wears white
Bustopher Jones white spats!