Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

And bold had one only daughter
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 have and you have linen,
All Northumber belongs to
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 would will 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 that she did round him,
'I wish Lord Baker that you mine.'

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

And years been past and over
And seven more they were on
bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord she would go find.

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the foot soldier
Kneels gently on his right knee
'Rise up, rise up now the young porter,
What news, 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 ring on every finger,
And on the middle one she wears three,
She has more gold hanging around her
Than'd buy 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, down comes the new bride's
'What I do with my daughter dear?'
'I know your daughter, she's not been
Nor has she any love for me.

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

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