Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Davey

Traditional, arranged and adapted by Guthrie

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

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

Well I had not rode 'till the midnight
I saw campfire gleaming
I heard the of the big guitar
And the voice of the singing
That song of the Gypsy

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

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

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

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

Take off take off those buckskin
of Spanish leather
Come to me your lily-white hand
And we'll ride home
And home again we'll

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