Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

Her name's Butterfield
And she sells yellow
And 'er a muckman
And they him Tom Gray

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

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

She big galoshes
And her stockings once was
And her bed gown lilac
And her hat's never

Cushie

Aa's a broken hairted man and Aa's 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 lass an' she likes hor
An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war

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

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

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

She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek
An' when he's away seekin't aal balls an' sing'
Weel may the row that my laddies in !"

Noo, aw heer she hes chep, an' he hews at Shipcote'
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.