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

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

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

She big galoshes
And her stockings was white
And her bed gown it's
And her hat's never

Cushie

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

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

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

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

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

She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work day,
An when he cums at neets hell 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 thowt she wad me, ah'd sure cut me throat;
Aal doon the sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the at Shipcote.