Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a stone
Or milk out a maiden's breast though baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he them fast asleep
Except it was for the young who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he played her a air and then 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 and flapped their wings so wide
you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his a-tip-a-toe
And off back to his young boy Tom as fast as he could go
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the door 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 for a full hour
Until he him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he to her chamber door, he twirled softly at the pin
The lady, true to her promise, up and let him in
He did not take that gay to bolster nor to bed
But down upon the hard cold floor right he had her laid
And he did not kiss her when he nor yet but from her he did go
But in out the bedroom window, the moon like a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is cheek and chin
And tousled is that hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind must have tousled my hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he so saucily
He's off back to his master's as fast as go could he
"Wake up, up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this land but has his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle into his and he fiddled and he played so merrily
He's off to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And when he came to the door, he twirled so softly at the pin
Saying "Oh, my dear, it's your love, rise up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't leave a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back again to more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by thorn
"Lady, I never was in house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, as a willow tree