Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Love Songs

Tropical night, Malaria
stars of the silver screen
She that famous Gypsy dance
With a in her tambourine

I was enough and dumb enough
I down my Mickey Finn
She'd hijacked a few all right
I went into a

Don't me, don't sing me, don't sing me
No more gypsy songs
Don't sing me, don't me, don't sing me
No more love songs
Don't stir it up

I put my arm around her
Says she, man, you're getting warm
The room was going somewhere me
And she laughed as she my palm

Don't sing me, don't sing me, sing me
No more gypsy love
Don't sing me, don't me, don't sing me
No more gypsy songs
Don't stir it up

love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed
And the silver tongues of the girls
Who their book of life at you
But don't know how to

She was generation Transylvanian
I was the seventh son of a son
I begged the band don't play tune
Please don't beguine the

When I awoke, cut and run
She my blueprints and my change
a horseshoe and a note on the bed
And all it was--strange

Don't me, don't sing me, don't sing me
No more gypsy songs
Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't me
No more gypsy songs
Don't stir it up