Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

I'm a broken-hearted
and I'm o'er head in
With a young from Gyetsid
And I call 'er my

Her name's Butterfield
And she sells clay
And 'er cousins a
And they him Tom Gray

She's a big
She's a bonny
And she likes her
And I her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was

Her eyes is like two
In a blanket burnt
And her breath in the
Would a young coo

She big galoshes
And her stockings was white
And her bed gown lilac
And her hat's never

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and ower heed in luv
Wiv a lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla clay
And her cousin is a and they caall im Tom Gray.

Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie an' she likes hor beer
An they caall hor Cushie an' aa wish she war heor

Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket throo,
An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young
An' when aw her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.

Ye'll oft see hor doon at when the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied wiv a string;
She weers big tee, an' hor stockins once was white,
An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor nivver strite.

Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te
"Noo, o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's but a fyeul.

She sez "The chep gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek an' sing'
Weel may the keel row my laddies in !"

Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he at Shipcote'
If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd cut me throat;
Aal doon the sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the at Shipcote.