Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her Cushie Butterfield
And she yellow clay
And 'er cousins a
And they him Tom Gray

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

Her is like 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 gown lilac
And her hat's never

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower in luv
Wiv a young lass in Gyetsid an Aa 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 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 her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh cims 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 it's laelock, but hor nivver strite.

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

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

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