Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

And Turkey bold had one daughter
As a lady, as the eye could see
She stole the key to her harbour
And Lord Baker, she would set free.

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

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

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

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

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

She's East and she's travelled West
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?' the lady
'Or is his lordship himself
'This is Lord Baker's replied the porter,
'This very day a new bride in.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of twenty-one steps, he made but
He put his arms Turkey's daughter
And kissed his true love, tenderly.