Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Davey

Traditional, and adapted by Arlo Guthrie

It was late last when the boss came home
Asking about his
The only answer he got was
She's gone the Gypsy Davey
Gone with the Dave

Go saddle me up my buckskin
And my hundred saddle
Point out to me their wagon
And after them I'll travel and after them l'll

Well I had not rode 'till the moon
I saw their gleaming
I heard the of the big guitar
And the voice of the singing
That song of the Dave

It was in the light of the camping fire
I saw her face beaming
Her heart in tune to the big
And the song of the gypsies
That song of the Dave

Have you forsaken your house and
you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken husband dear?
To go with the Davey
And sing the Gypsy Davey
The song of the Dave?

Yes I've my husband dear
To go with the Davey
And forsaken my mansion high
But not my eyed baby
Not my blue eyed

She smiled to leave her husband
To go with the Gypsy
But the tears come a-trickling her cheeks
To think about her eyed baby
To think her blue eyed babe

Take off take off those gloves
Made of Spanish
Come give to me your hand
And we'll home together
And home again ride

No I take off my buckskin gloves
of Spanish leather
I'll go my way day to day
And sing the Gypsy Davey
The song of the Gypsy
The song of the Dave