Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her name's Butterfield
And she yellow clay
And 'er a muckman
And they call him Tom

She's a big
She's a lass
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 in the mornin'
Would scare a coo

She big galoshes
And her stockings was white
And her bed gown it's
And her never straight

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted man and Aa's ower heed in luv
Wiv a young in Gyetsid 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- She's a big an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
An they caall hor Butterfield 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' aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.

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

Whan Aa axed hor te us, she started te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee chaff"
Then she started a' 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 cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek
An' when he's away seekin't aal balls an' sing'
may the keel row that 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 river sailin, "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy an the chep at Shipcote.