Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

She's a big
a bonny 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 a young coo

She big galoshes
And her stockings once was
And her bed gown it's
And her hat's straight

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted man and Aa's ower heed in luv
Wiv a lass 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- a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
An caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

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

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin 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 hat's strite.

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

She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work 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 hews at
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.