Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

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

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

Saw the bullfighter's stand
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 just a car man
Said to me as I stood in
nothing in the world as sad as time

Well if nothing comes to nothing then the point?
I sat right down and I my joint
Flat caps, just pass me by
The pneumonia left me dry

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

Three later when I awoke
My dust filled lungs could hardly
Realised I was not
I was in the old car man's home

Looked out the window at the local
On the ledge some grilled sardines
through the door in came the maid
Said, Maria was her

Long hair and copper skin
away my seven sins
Said, "Senor what's bad news"
Told her of my gypsy

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

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