Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

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

Gotta have gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar
Rambled round from town to
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a

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

Thought I saw that
But it was a car park man
Said to me as I stood in
There's nothing in the world as sad as

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

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

Three days later I awoke
My dust filled could hardly cope
I was not alone
I was in the old car park home

Looked out the window at the scenes
On the ledge were some grilled
Then through the door in came the
Said, Maria was her

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

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

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