Luyện nghe bài hát The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!

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

They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill. That fast her tears began to
And she lay down her gown, her golden rings 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 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 rode woods and copses too
Until he came to an open field and there he his a-lady-O.

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

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

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