Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her Cushie Butterfield
And she sells clay
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 Butterfield
And I she was here

Her is like two holes
In a blanket through
And her breath in the
scare a young coo

She big galoshes
And her stockings once was
And her bed it's lilac
And her never straight

Cushie

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

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

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

oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied wiv a string;
She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor once was white,
An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor nivver strite.

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

She sez "The that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
An he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an'
Weel may the row that 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 te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.