Luyện nghe bài hát The road the gypsies go

Young as I
The end of the war
Gypsies through the
Came a jingling door to

With of primroses
And all the bloom
But far and near as fool's
They came glittering the gloom

And their tongues as and nimble
As would bind the looms of
to grave by coin and stave
The edge and the cup

As young as I
rosined in the bow
And the still rambles rhyming
To the the gypsies go