Luyện nghe bài hát Butter

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

A was growing on the stuff
A goatish beard without a
Ah. it was sickly, and rough
poison juices seeping out

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

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

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