Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

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

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

She big galoshes
And her once was white
And her bed it's lilac
And her hat's straight

Cushie

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 Cushie and she sells Yalla clay
And her cousin is a muckman and they im Tom Gray.

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

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a
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 tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's but a fyeul.

She sez "The chep that gets heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at hell heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an'
Weel may the keel row that my in !"

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