Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues

Talkin' gypsy blues
I was too late but I got to choose
Talkin' market blues
I was too but I never got to choose

Gotta have them boots
Follow them by familiar
Rambled round from town to
Sleepin' in a still as a mouse

Saw the last stand
I've been drinkin' dust, I've kickin' cans
All my family, went home
Let me in Portugal, all

I saw that caravan
But it was just a car man
to me as I stood in line
There's nothing in the world as sad as

Well if nothing comes to nothing then the point?
I sat down and I built my joint
Flat caps, they just me by
The pneumonia left me dry

Well, talkin' gypsy blues
I was too late but I got to choose
Talking market blues
I was too late but I never got to

Three later when I awoke
My filled lungs could hardly cope
Realised I was not
I was in the old car park man's

Looked out the window at the local
On the ledge some grilled sardines
Then the door in came the maid
Said, Maria was her

Long hair and copper skin
Washed my seven sins
Said, "Senor this bad news"
Told her of my blues

Maria and said, "You're cute"
You don't need no boots
myself up off the floor
I don't need them no more

I need them boots no more
I don't need boots no more
Said, "I don't need boots no more"
Don't need them boots,