Luyện nghe bài hát The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!

Three gypsies stood at the 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, they sang so shrill. That fast her tears began to
And she lay her silken gown, her golden rings and all her show.

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

Saddle to me my white steed and go and fetch me my pony-O
I may ride and seek my bride who's gone with the wraggle 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 your house and land, your golden treasures for to go?
What makes you leave new wedded lord, to follow the wraggle taggle gypsies-O?"

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

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

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