Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever on the string
He could drive 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
he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast asleep
Except it was for the young who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he played her a slow air and then he played it and gay
And oh, dear love, her glove, this lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped wings so wide
It's you must come to my chamber and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of and he stole out on his a-tip-a-toe
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 good master, 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 into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full
Until he played him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's
And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled 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 kiss her 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 is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they the first came to my hand
The wind must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode the land"
Now Tom the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled 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 good master, why snore you so loud?
There's not a cock in all this land but has his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
He's off away to the lady's 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, your true love, rise up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning again to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of 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