Luyện nghe bài hát The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!

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

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

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

Saddle to me my milk steed and go and fetch me my pony-O
That I may ride and seek my bride gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O!

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

"What you leave your 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 and land? What care I for my treasures-O?
What care I for my new wedded lord? I'm off with the wraggle gypsies-O!"

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

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