Luyện nghe bài hát The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!

Three gypsies at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low.
The lady in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow.

They sang so sweet, sang so shrill. That fast her tears began to flow
And she lay down her gown, her golden rings and all her show.

She took it off her high-heeled shoes, a-made of leather-O
She would in the street in her bare, feet, all out in the wind and weather-O.

to me my milk white steed and go and fetch me my pony-O
That I may ride and seek my bride who's gone with the taggle gypsies-O!

He rode high and he rode low, he through woods and copses too
Until he came to an open field and there he his a-lady-O.

"What makes you leave house and land, your golden treasures for to go?
What you leave your new wedded lord, to follow the wraggle taggle gypsies-O?"

"What care I for my house and land? care I for my treasures-O?
What care I for my new wedded I'm off with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O!"

"Last night you on a goose-feathered bed, with the sheet turned down so bravely-O.
Tonight you sleep in a cold open field along with the wraggle gypsies-O!"

"What care I for the goose-feathered bed with the turned down so bravely-O?
I shall sleep in a cold open field along with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O!"