Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her Cushie Butterfield
And she yellow clay
And 'er a muckman
And they call him Tom

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

Her eyes is two holes
In a blanket through
And her breath in the
Would a young coo

She wears big
And her stockings was white
And her bed gown lilac
And her never straight

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower in luv
Wiv a young in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she 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 Cushie 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 coo;
An' aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma hart away.

Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a o'saadust tied roond 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' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's but a fyeul.

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