Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

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

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

My visits are to the senior educational
And it is the rules
For any one cat to both to that
And the Superior 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 of venison I give my Benison
To the Pothunter's bones
And just noon's not a moment too soon
To drop in for a drink at the
When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably
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 to be nodded or bowed to
By Jones in white spats

So much in way passes Bustopher's day
At one club or another he's
It can be no surprise that under our
He has unmistakably round

a twenty-five pounder

Or I am a

And he's putting on every day

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

That's the word from this of cats

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