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 down a ship's board
And strange countries he would go see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

travelled East and she's travelled West
Until she came to the palace of
'Who is that, who is that?' called the foot soldier
'Who knocks so gently and get in?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

daughter came with one pack of gold
I'll avert her home now, thirty-three.'
He took his 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 made but
He put his around Turkey's daughter
And kissed his love, most tenderly.