Luyện nghe bài hát Butter

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

A beard was growing on the
A goatish beard without a
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 salts a thing it never
In fact Im they never met
It sprouted spots of green and
It made me ill. Im not yet

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