Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his would sing
He could the fish out of salt water, 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 countess who, for love, she stayed 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 cocks have and flapped their wings so wide
you must 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 young boy Tom as fast as he go
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have and flapped their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the lady's and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my master, here's a blanket to your hand
And I'll waken you in as good a time as any in this land"
Now Tom took the into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he played him asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled 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 hard cold 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 lady's bedroom window, the like a coal did glow
"Ragged are stockings, love, and stubbly is your cheek and chin
And tousled is that hair that I saw yestereve"
"These belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind 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 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 the fiddle 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 when he to the lady's 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 behind a golden brooch nor a velvet
Or are you returning back again to taste of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow