Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

And Turkey bold had one only
As fair a lady, as the eye see
She stole the key to her Daddy's
And Lord Baker, she would 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 houses, I have linen,
All belongs to me
I would will all to you my darling,
If out of you set me free?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the young soldier
Kneels gently on his right knee
up, rise up now the brave young porter,
What news, what news have you got for

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

'She a gold ring on every finger,
And on the middle one she wears three,
She has more gold hanging her middle
Than'd buy and family.'

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

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

daughter came with one pack of gold
I'll avert her home now, thirty-three.'
He his sword all by the handle
And cut the wedding cake, in pieces
Singing 'here's a 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.