Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who lived in land
He a Lord of high degree
He left his foot down a board
And strange countries he would go see.

He's travelled east and he's west
Half the north and the also
Until he arrived into land.
There he was taken and bound in
Until his it grew weary.

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

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

Singing, 'I houses, I have linen,
All belongs to me
I will them all to you my darling,
If out of you set me free?'

She's brought him down to her Daddy's
And for him was the ship of fame
And toast that she did drink round him,
'I Lord Baker that you were mine.'

They made a vow for years
And seven more for to it strong
Saying 'If you wed with no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed with no man.'

And seven years been and over
And seven more were rolling on
bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord Baker she go find.

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

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

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

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

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

'She wears a gold on every finger,
And on the middle one where she three,
She has more gold around her middle
buy Northumber and family.'

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

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

Your daughter came with one pack of
I'll avert her now, with thirty-three.'
He took his all by the handle
And cut the wedding cake, in pieces
Singing 'here's a for the new bride's 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 around Turkey's daughter
And his true love, most tenderly.