Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

She's a big
a bonny lass
And she her beer
And I call her Butterfield
And I wish she was

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

She wears big
And her once was white
And her bed it's lilac
And her never straight

Cushie

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

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

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

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust roond wiv a string;
She weers big 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 o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee chaff"
Then she started a' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the ses As's nowt 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' he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the row that my laddies in !"

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