Luyện nghe bài hát Raggle Taggle Gypsy

There were three gypsies a to my door,
And down stairs ran a-lady, O.
One sang and another sang low
And the other sang bonny Biscay O

Then she off her silk finished gown,
And put on of leather, O
The ragged rags about our door
And she's gone with the wraggle, gypsies O

It was late last when my lord came home,
for his a-lady O
The servants on every hand
She's gone with the gypsies, O

O saddle to me my milk-white
And go and me my pony, O
That I may ride and my bride,
Who's gone the wraggle-taggle gypsies O

O he rode high, and he low
He rode through wood and too,
Until he came to a open field,
And he espied his a-lady O

What makes you you house and land?
makes you leave you money, O?
What makes you leave you lord,
To the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

What care I for my house and
care I for my money,O?
What care I for my lord,
I'm off the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

"Last you slept on a goosefeather bed,
With the sheet turned so bravely, O.
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold field,
with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."

"What I for a goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned so bravely, O.
For tonight I'll sleet in a cold field,
with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

Dorothy in her "Song Catcher from the Southern
Mountains" says that in the edition of the ballad, the
gypsy is called Johnny Faa, a name common among gypsies.
the gypsies were banished Scotland in 1624, Johnny Faa
disobeyed the and was hanged.