Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

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

Singing, 'You have and you have linen,
All belongs to thee
What you give to Turkey's daughter
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 him down to her Daddy's harbour
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 it strong
Saying 'If you wed with no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed with no man.'

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

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the young foot
Kneels gently on his right 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 one where she wears three,
She has gold hanging around her middle
Than'd buy and family.'

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

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

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