Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of water, water from a marble stone
Or from out a maiden's breast though baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them asleep
Except it was for the countess who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he played her a slow air and 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 crowed and flapped their so wide
It's you must come to my chamber 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 cocks crowed 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 good master, here's a blanket to hand
And I'll waken you in as good a time as any 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 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 that lady gay to bolster nor to bed
But down upon the cold floor right soon he had her laid
And he did not her when he came 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 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 must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle his hand, he fiddled and he played 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 cock in all this but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played 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 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 behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back again to more of my love?"
O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow