Luyện nghe bài hát Cushie Butterfield

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

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

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

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

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

Cushie

Aa's a broken keel 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 sells Yalla
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 caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor

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

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

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

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

Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at
If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd cut me throat;
Aal the river sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy an the chep at Shipcote.