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 ship's
And swore strange countries he go see.

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

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

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

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 filled for him was the ship of
And every toast she did drink round him,
'I wish Lord that you were mine.'

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

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

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the foot soldier
down gently on his right 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 a lady as the eye could see
She is at the
for your charity.'

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

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

Down comes, down comes the new bride's
'What will I do my daughter dear?'
'I know your daughter, she's not covered
Nor has she shown any 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 Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of steps, he made but three
He put his arms around daughter
And his true love, most tenderly.