Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies 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 breast though baby she had none
he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast asleep
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed
So first he played her a slow air and then he played it and gay
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, lady she did say
"Ere the day has and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
It's you 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 he's off back to his boy Tom as fast as he could go
"Ere the day has dawned and the have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the lady's door and out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a to your hand
And I'll waken you in as a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he played him fast he's off to the lady's bower
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 upon the hard cold floor right soon he had her laid
And he did not kiss her when he 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 stubbly is cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow that I saw yestereve"
"These belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind must have tousled my yellow 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 house as as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you there so
There's not a in all this land but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
He's off to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And he came to the lady's door, he twirled so softly at the pin
"Oh, my dear, it's your true love, rise up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't leave behind a golden nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back 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 your house since the day 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 O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a tree