Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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 her beer
And I call her Cushie
And I wish she was

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

She big galoshes
And her stockings once was
And her bed gown lilac
And her never straight

Cushie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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