Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who lived in land
He being a Lord of high
He left his foot down a board
And strange countries he would go see.

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

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

Singing, 'You houses and you have linen,
All Northumber belongs to
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 will all to you my darling,
If out of you set me free?'

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

They made a vow for 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 seven been past and over
And seven more were rolling on
bundled up all her golden clothing
And Lord Baker she would go find.

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

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

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

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

Singing, 'I news of a grand arrival,
As a lady as the eye could 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
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 the brave young lady
Who did release you in land.'

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

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