Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her name's Cushie
And she yellow 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 wish she was

Her eyes is two holes
In a blanket 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 straight

Cushie

Aa's a hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed 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 caall im Tom Gray.

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

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

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

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

She sez "The chep that gets heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek
An' when he's away aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the keel row that my 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 doon the sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.