Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

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

Her eyes is two holes
In a burnt through
And her breath in the
Would a young coo

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

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's heed in luv
Wiv a young lass in an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla
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 two holes in a blanket bornt throo,
An' her brows in a mornin wad a young coo;
An' when aw 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 when the fresh harrin in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust roond wiv a string;
She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins was white,
An' hor bedgoon laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.

Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee chaff"
Then she started a' blubblin' an' like a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's 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 seekin't aal myek an' sing'
may the keel 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 te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.