Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Davey

Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo

It was late night when the boss came home
about his lady
The only that he got was
gone with the Gypsy Davey
Gone with the Gypsy

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

Well I had not rode 'till the midnight
I saw their gleaming
I the notes of the big guitar
And the voice of the singing
song of the Gypsy Dave

It was there in the of the camping fire
I saw her fair face
Her heart in to the big guitar
And the song of the singing
song of the Gypsy Dave

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

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

She smiled to her husband dear
To go with the Davey
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 to me your lily-white hand
And we'll ride home
And again we'll ride

No I won't take off my buckskin
of Spanish leather
I'll go my way day to day
And sing the Gypsy Davey
The song of the Davey
The song of the Dave