Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who lived in land
He being a Lord of high
He left his foot down a ship's
And swore strange countries he go see.

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

And Turkey had one only daughter
As fair a lady, as the eye see
She stole the key to her Daddy's
And swore Baker, she would set free.

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

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

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

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

And seven years been and over
And seven more they rolling on
She's up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord Baker she go find.

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the foot soldier
Kneels down gently on his right
'Rise up, rise up now the brave porter,
news, what news have you got for me?'

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

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

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

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

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

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