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 sang so shrill. That 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, a-made of leather-O
She would in the in her bare, 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 with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O!

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

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

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

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

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