Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her Cushie Butterfield
And she sells yellow
And 'er a muckman
And call him Tom Gray

She's a big
She's a lass
And she likes her
And I call her Cushie
And I she was here

Her eyes is like two
In a blanket through
And her breath in the
Would scare a coo

She wears big
And her stockings once was
And her bed it's lilac
And her hat's never

Butterfield

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

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

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

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

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

She sez "The that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' clay;
An' when he's away aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the keel row my laddies in !"

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