Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who in this land
He being a Lord of high
He left his foot a ship's board
And swore countries he would go see.

He's travelled east and he's travelled
Half the and the south also
he arrived into Turkey land.
There he was and bound in prison
Until his it grew weary.

And Turkey bold had one daughter
As a lady, as the eye could see
She stole the key to her harbour
And Lord Baker, she would set free.

Singing, 'You have houses and you linen,
All Northumber to thee
What you give to Turkey's daughter
If out of prison she'd set you

Singing, 'I houses, I have linen,
All Northumber to me
I would them all to you my darling,
If out of prison you set me

She's brought him down to her harbour
And filled for him was the ship of
And every toast that she did round him,
'I wish Lord Baker that you mine.'

They made a vow for years
And more for to keep it strong
Saying 'If you don't wed no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed with no man.'

And seven years past and over
And seven they were rolling on
She's bundled up all her golden
And swore Baker she would go find.

She's travelled East and travelled West
Until she came to the of fame
'Who is that, who is that?' called the young soldier
'Who knocks so and can't get in?'

'Is this Baker's palace?' replied the lady
'Or is his himself within?'
'This is Lord Baker's palace' the porter,
very day took a new bride in.'

'Well ask him send me a cut of his wedding
A glass of his wine that been so strong
And to remember the young lady
Who did release him in land.'

In goes, in goes, the foot soldier
Kneels down gently on his right
'Rise up, rise up now the young porter,
What news, news have you got for me?'

Singing, 'I news of a grand arrival,
As fair a as the eye could see
She is at the
Waiting for charity.'

'She a gold ring on every finger,
And on the one where she wears three,
She has gold hanging around her middle
Than'd buy and family.'

asked you send her a cut of your wedding cake
A of your wine, it been e'er so strong,
And to remember the brave young
Who did release you in land.'

Down comes, comes the new bride's mother
will I do with my daughter dear?'
'I know daughter, she's not been covered
Nor has she shown any for me.

Your daughter came with one of gold
I'll avert her now, with thirty-three.'
He his sword all by the handle
And cut the cake, in pieces three
Singing 'here's a slice for the new mother
A slice for me new and one for me.'

And then Lord Baker, ran to his
Of twenty-one steps, he but three
He put his arms around daughter
And kissed his love, most tenderly.