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, water from a stone
Or milk from out a breast though baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she awake
So first he played her a slow air and then he 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 wings so
It's you must come to my 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 he's off to his young boy Tom as fast 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, a blanket 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 for a full hour
Until he played him fast 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 cold floor right soon he had her laid
And he did not kiss her 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 cheek and chin
And tousled is that hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings 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 into his hand, he and he played so saucily
off back to his master's house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this land but has his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so
off away 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 your 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 again 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 your house since the day I was born"
"Oh, then it was your boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, as a willow tree