Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

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

In the whole of St. the smartest of names is
The of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or to
By Bustopher Jones in spats

My visits are to the senior educational
And it is the rules
For any one cat to belong to that
And the Joint Superior
For a similar reason, game is in season
I'm found, not at Fox's, but
I am seen at the gay Stage and Screen
Which is famous for and shrimps

In the season of venison I my Benison
To the succulent bones
And just noon's not a moment too soon
To in for a drink at the Drones
When I'm seen in a hurry probably curry
At the or at the Glutton
When I look full of then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and

In the whole of St. James's the of names is
The name of Brummell of cats
And we're all of us to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white

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

He's a twenty-five

Or I am a

And he's putting on weight day

But I'm so well preserved I've observed
All my life a and I'd say
I am in my prime, I shall last out my time

the word from this stoutest of cats

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