Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who lived in land
He being a Lord of degree
He left his foot down a board
And swore strange he would go see.

He's east and he's travelled west
Half the north and the south
he arrived into Turkey land.
There he was and bound in prison
Until his life it weary.

And Turkey bold had one daughter
As a lady, as the eye could see
She stole the key to her harbour
And Lord Baker, she would set free.

Singing, have houses and you have linen,
All Northumber to thee
What would you give to Turkey's
If out of she'd set you free?'

Singing, 'I have houses, I linen,
All Northumber to me
I would will all to you my darling,
If out of prison you set me

She's him down to her Daddy's harbour
And filled for him was the of fame
And every toast she did drink round him,
'I wish Baker that you were mine.'

They made a vow for years
And seven more for to keep it
Saying 'If you wed with no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed no other man.'

And seven years past and over
And more they were rolling on
bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Baker she would go find.

She's travelled East and she's West
Until she came to the palace of
'Who is that, who is that?' called the foot soldier
'Who knocks so and can't get in?'

'Is this Lord Baker's palace?' the lady
'Or is his himself within?'
'This is Lord Baker's palace' the porter,
very day took a new bride in.'

'Well ask him send me a cut of his cake
A glass of his that been e'er so strong
And to remember the young lady
Who did release him in land.'

In goes, in goes, the young soldier
down gently on his right knee
'Rise up, up now the brave young porter,
What news, what news you got for me?'

Singing, 'I have of a grand arrival,
As a lady as the eye could see
She is at the
Waiting for charity.'

'She a gold ring on every finger,
And on the middle one she wears three,
She has more gold hanging around her
buy Northumber and family.'

'She you send her a cut of your wedding cake
A glass of your wine, it been so strong,
And to the brave young lady
Who did release you in land.'

Down comes, down comes the new bride's
'What will I do with my dear?'
'I know your daughter, she's not covered
Nor has she any love for me.

daughter came with one pack of gold
I'll avert her now, with thirty-three.'
He his sword all by the handle
And cut the wedding cake, in three
'here's a slice for the new bride's mother
A slice for me new and one for me.'

And Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of twenty-one steps, he made but
He put his arms around daughter
And his true love, most tenderly.