Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

He's travelled east and he's west
Half the north and the south
Until he into Turkey land.
he was taken and bound in prison
Until his 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, 'You houses and you have linen,
All belongs to thee
What would you give to daughter
If out of prison she'd set you

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

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

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

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

travelled East and she's travelled West
Until she came to the 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 himself within?'
'This is Lord palace' replied the porter,
'This very day a new bride in.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your daughter came one pack of gold
I'll her home now, with thirty-three.'
He took his sword all by the
And cut the cake, in pieces three
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 around Turkey's daughter
And kissed his love, most tenderly.