Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever on the string
He could drive young wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, from 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 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, her glove, this lady 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 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 as he could go
"Ere the day has dawned and the have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the lady's door and out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to hand
And I'll you in as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her 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 hard floor 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 bedroom window, the moon like a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow hair I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my
The wind must have my yellow hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily
He's off to his master's house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all 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 away to the lady's house as fast as go he
And when he came to the lady's door, he twirled so at the pin
Saying "Oh, my dear, it's your 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 to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come to me"
He him from his own gatepost, high as a willow tree