Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the
He could young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's breast baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played fast asleep
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she awake
So first he played her a slow air and then he played it and gay
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, this she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
It's you must come to my chamber there and lie 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 fast as he go
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and their wings 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 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 played for a hour
Until he played him fast asleep; he's off to the 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 lady gay to bolster 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 window, the moon like a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is your and chin
And is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my
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 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 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 played so
He's off to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And when he 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 a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back again to more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a 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 your young boy Tom that cruelly has me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did in my body"
O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He him from his own gatepost, high as a willow tree