Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his 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
There he played in the castle hall and he played them fast asleep
it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake
So he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk 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 must come to my there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he out on his a-tip-a-toe
And he's off back to his young boy Tom as 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, here's a to your hand
And I'll waken you in as a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a hour
Until he played him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's
And he came 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 lady gay to nor to bed
But down upon the hard cold 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 moon like a coal did
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is your and chin
And is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind must tousled my yellow hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily
He's off back to his house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a in all this land but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he 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 true 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 to taste more of my love?"
O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian boy did spring 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