Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Butterfly

There's a story told of a little
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry trees
Miss her name, a sweet little innocent child was she
'Till a fine young from the sea
To her came

They met 'neath the blossoms everyday
And he taught her how to the American way
To with her soul, 'twas easy to learn
Then he away with a promise to return

Butterfly
'Neath the waiting
butterfly
For she him so

The pass into hours
The hours into years
And as she smiles her tears
She low

The moon and I that he'll be faithful
I'm he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back then, then I'll never or cry
I must die, poor Butterfly