Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the
He could drive young ladies with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of water, water from a marble stone
Or from out a maiden's breast though baby 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 first he played her a slow air and he played it brisk and gay
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, this she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their 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 crowed and flapped their so wide
I'm bid to go to the lady's 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 good a as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her chamber door, he softly at the pin
The lady, to her promise, rose up and let him in
He did not take that lady gay to nor to bed
But down upon the hard floor 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 like a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and is your cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my
The wind must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he and he played so saucily
He's off to his master's house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this land but has clapped his and crowed"
Jack took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
off away to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And when he came to the lady's door, he twirled so at the pin
Saying "Oh, my dear, it's your true love, up and let me in"
She said "Surely you leave behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back again to taste of my love?"
O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did in my body"
O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a tree