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 sate in her late. Her heart it melted away as snow.

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

She it off her high-heeled shoes, a-made of Spanish leather-O
She would in the street in her 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 who's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O!

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

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

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