Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Davy

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

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

Well, I had not rode 'til the moon
I saw the campfire gleaming
I heard the of the big guitar
And the voice of the singin'

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

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

Have you forsaken your dear
To go to the Dave
And with the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy

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

Not my babe.
off take off your buskin'gloves
Made of leather
Give to me your hand

We'll ride back home
And ride home again
No, I won't take off my gloves
made of Spanish leather

I'll go my way day to day
And sing with the Davy
That song of the gypsy
That song of the Dave