Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest ever fiddled on the string
He could young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's breast though she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played fast asleep
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she awake
So he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk and gay
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and 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 stole out on his
And he's off to his young boy Tom as fast as he could go
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have and flapped their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a to your hand
And I'll you in as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he and he played for a full hour
Until he played him fast asleep; off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled at the pin
The lady, true to her promise, up and let him in
He did not that lady gay to bolster nor to bed
But down upon the hard cold right soon he had her laid
And he did not her when he came nor yet but from her he did go
But in out the lady's bedroom window, the moon a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and is your cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow hair I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, 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 house as fast as go he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this but has clapped his wings and crowed"
O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
He's off away to the lady's house as fast as go he
And when he came to the lady's door, he 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 golden brooch nor a glove
Or are you back again to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, as a willow tree