Luyện nghe bài hát Butter

I got a of butter, now
butter it was claimed to be
I dont it was from a cow
And if it was, it me

A beard was growing on the
A goatish beard a doubt
Ah. it was sickly, sour and
With poison juices out

Ah, it was slick. ah, it was
I dont think any goat it
I had to face it day
Oh, how I I had refused it

The a thing it never knew
In fact Im sure they met
It sprouted of green and blue
It me ill. Im not right yet

made of grease and wax and fat
And substances too to utter
You may be sure after that
Ive rather the taste for butter