Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

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

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

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

Thought I saw caravan
But it was just a car man
to me as I stood in line
There's nothing in the as sad as time

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

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

Three days later I awoke
My filled 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 were grilled sardines
Then through the door in the maid
Said, was her name

Long dark hair and skin
Washed away my seven
Said, "Senor this bad news"
her of my gypsy blues

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

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