Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

Bustopher Jones is not skin and
In fact, remarkably fat
He haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs
For he's the St. James cat!
He's the cat we all greet as we walk the street
In his of fastidious black
No common-place mousers have such well cut
Or such an impeccable

In the of St. James's the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of
And all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Jones in white spats

My are occasional to the senior educational
And it is the rules
For any one cat to both to that
And the Joint Schools
For a similar reason, when game is in
I'm found, not at Fox's, but
I am frequently seen at the gay and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and

In the season of I give my Benison
To the Pothunter's bones
And before noon's not a moment too soon
To in for a drink at the Drones
I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry
At the Siamese or at the
When I look full of gloom then I've at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and

In the whole of St. James's the of names is
The name of this Brummell of
And all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher in white spats

So much in way passes Bustopher's day
At one club or another he's
It can be no surprise under our eyes
He has unmistakably round

a twenty-five pounder

Or I am a

And he's putting on every day

But I'm so well preserved because observed
All my a routine and I'd say
I am still in my prime, I shall last out my

the word from this stoutest of cats

It and it shall be spring in Pall Mall
While Jones wears white
Bustopher Jones wears
Bustopher Jones white spats!