Luyện nghe bài hát The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!

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

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

She took it off her shoes, a-made of Spanish leather-O
She in the street in her bare, bare feet, all out in the wind and weather-O.

Saddle to me my white steed and go and fetch me my pony-O
That I may ride and my bride who's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies-O!

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

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

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

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