Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

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

Singing, have houses and you have linen,
All Northumber to thee
What you give to Turkey's daughter
If out of prison she'd set you

Singing, 'I have houses, I 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 harbour
And filled for him was the of fame
And toast that she did drink round him,
'I wish Lord Baker that you mine.'

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

And years been past and over
And seven they were 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 palace of
'Who is that, who is called the young foot soldier
knocks so gently and can't get in?'

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

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

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

Singing, 'I have news of a arrival,
As fair a as the eye could 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 hanging her middle
Than'd buy and family.'

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

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

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

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