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 late but I never got to

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

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

Thought I saw that
But it was a car park 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, they just me by
The dust left me dry

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

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

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

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

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

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