Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Davy

It was late night when the boss come home
about his lady
The only answer he received, "she's with the
Gypsy Davy, with the gypsy Davy."

"Go saddle for me my buskin'
And a dollars saddle
Point out to me wagon tracks
And after I'll travel, after them I'll ride"

Well, I had not rode the midnight moon
I saw the campfire gleaming
I heard the notes of the big
And the voice of the gypsy

That of the gypsy Dave
There in the light of the camping
I saw her face beaming
Her heart in with the big guitar

And the voice of the gypsy
song of the gypsy Dave
Have you forsaken your and home
Have you your baby

Have you forsaken your husband
To go to the Dave
And sing with the Dave
That song of the Dave

Yes, I've my husband dear
To go with the gypsy
And I've forsaken my high
But not my baby

Not my babe.
off take off your buskin'gloves
Made of spanish
to me your lily-white hand

We'll ride back together
And we'll ride again
No, I take off my buskin' gloves
They're made of leather

go my way from day to day
And with the gypsy Davy
That song of the Dave
That song of the Dave