Luyện nghe bài hát The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!

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

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

She took it off her shoes, a-made 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 white steed and go and me my pony-O
That I may ride and seek my bride who's gone with the wraggle gypsies-O!

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

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

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

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

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