Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

And Turkey bold had one only
As fair a lady, as the eye see
She stole the key to her Daddy's
And swore Baker, she would set free.

Singing, 'You houses and you have linen,
All Northumber belongs to
What would you give to daughter
If out of she'd set you free?'

Singing, 'I houses, I have linen,
All belongs to me
I would will 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 of fame
And every that she did drink round him,
'I wish Lord Baker that you mine.'

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

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

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

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

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

Singing, 'I news of a grand arrival,
As fair a lady as the eye 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 more gold around 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 release you in land.'

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

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

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