Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's breast though she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast
Except it was for the countess who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he her a slow air and then 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 their wings so wide
It's you come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he 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 crowed 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 cock in land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he and he played for a full hour
Until he played him fast asleep; he's off to the bower
And he came 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 that gay to bolster nor to bed
But down upon the cold floor right soon he had her laid
And he did not kiss her when he came nor yet but her he did go
But in out the lady's bedroom window, the moon like a did glow
"Ragged are stockings, love, and stubbly is your cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow hair I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, were the first 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 played so
He's off back to his 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 clapped his and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
He's off away to the lady's as fast as go could he
And when he came to the 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 more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has me"
"Oh woe, that the 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, high as a tree