Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

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

Singing, have houses and you have linen,
All belongs to thee
What you give to Turkey's daughter
If out of she'd set you free?'

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

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

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

And seven been past and over
And seven more they rolling on
She's bundled up all her golden
And Lord Baker she would go find.

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

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

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

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

Singing, 'I have news of a 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 middle one she wears three,
She has more gold hanging her middle
Than'd buy and family.'

'She asked you send her a cut of wedding cake
A glass of your wine, it been so strong,
And to remember the young lady
Who did you in Turkey 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 any love for me.

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

And Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of twenty-one steps, he made but
He put his arms around Turkey's
And his true love, most tenderly.