Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a his wires would sing
He could fiddle the out of salt water, water from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's breast though she had none
There he played in the hall and there he played them fast asleep
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she awake
So first he played her a air and then he played it brisk and gay
And oh, dear love, her glove, this lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the have crowed and flapped their wings 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 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 and flapped their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my master, here's a blanket to your hand
And waken you in as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he for a full hour
he played him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And he came to her chamber door, he twirled softly at the pin
The lady, to her promise, rose up and let him in
He did not that lady gay to bolster nor to bed
But down upon the hard cold floor right soon he had her
And he did not her when he came nor yet but from her he did go
But in out the lady's window, the moon like a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and is your cheek and chin
And tousled is that hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the came to my hand
The wind must have my yellow hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he so saucily
off back to his master's house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all 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 away to the lady's house as 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 leave behind a golden brooch nor a velvet
Or are you returning back to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by thorn
"Lady, I never was in your since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He him from his own gatepost, high as a willow tree