Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

Talkin' gypsy blues
I was too late but I got to choose
Talkin' gypsy market
I was too but I never got to choose

Gotta have gypsy boots
Follow by familiar root
Rambled round town to town
in a doorway still as a mouse

Saw the bullfighter's last
I've been drinkin' dust, I've been kickin'
All my family, they home
Let me in Portugal, all

I saw that caravan
But it was a car park man
Said to me as I in line
nothing in the world as sad as time

Well if nothing comes to nothing what's the point?
I sat right and I built my joint
Flat caps, they just me by
The dust left me dry

Well, talkin' gypsy market
I was too late but I never got to
gypsy market blues
I was too but I never got to choose

Three later when I awoke
My dust lungs could hardly cope
I was not alone
I was in the old car park man's

Looked out the at the local scenes
On the ledge some grilled sardines
Then through the door in came the
Said, was her name

Long dark and copper skin
Washed away my sins
Said, "Senor this bad news"
Told her of my blues

Maria and said, "You're cute"
You don't no gypsy boots
Picked up off the floor
I need them boots no more

I don't them boots no more
I don't need them boots no
Said, "I don't need boots no more"
Don't need boots, baby