Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

Talkin' gypsy 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 them by familiar
Rambled from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a

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

Thought I saw 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 then what's the
I sat right down and I built my
Flat caps, just pass me by
The pneumonia left me dry

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

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

Looked out the at the local scenes
On the ledge were some sardines
Then the door in came the maid
Said, Maria was her

dark hair 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 need no boots
myself up off the floor
I don't need them no more

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