Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Harlem Incident

Gypsy gal, the hands of
Cannot you to it's heat
temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are up the street

I am come and take me
the reach of your rattling drums
I gotta babe all about my fortune
Down along my restless

Gypsy gal, you've got me
I have fallen far
Your pearly eyes so and slashing
And flashing diamond teeth

The is pitch black, come and make my
Pale fit in the place, ah please
I gotta know babe, I'm drowning
If it's you, my trace

I've been all about me
Ever I seen you there
On the cliffs of wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I know where

You have me, you have made me
I got to laugh half ways off my
I got to know babe, will you me?
So I can if I'm really real