Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's though baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them asleep
Except it was for the countess who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he played her a slow air and then he played it and gay
And oh, love, behind her glove, this lady she did say
"Ere the day has and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
It's you must to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he out on his a-tip-a-toe
And he's off back to his boy Tom as fast as he could go
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my master, here's a blanket to your hand
And I'll waken you in as a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a hour
Until he him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her door, he twirled softly at the pin
The lady, to her promise, rose up and let him in
He did not take that gay to bolster nor to bed
But down upon the hard cold floor soon he had her laid
And he did not kiss her when he came nor yet but her he did go
But in out the lady's bedroom window, the moon like a coal did
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and is your cheek and chin
And tousled is yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily
He's off back to his master's as fast as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you so loud?
There's not a cock in all land but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so
He's off to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And when he to the lady's door, he twirled so softly at the pin
"Oh, my dear, it's your true love, rise up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't leave behind a brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back again to taste of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter
"Lady, I never was in house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow