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 ship's
And strange countries he would go see.

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

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

Singing, 'You houses and you have linen,
All belongs to thee
What would you give to Turkey's
If out of prison set you free?'

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

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

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

And seven years past and over
And seven they were rolling on
She's bundled up all her golden
And swore Lord Baker she go find.

She's travelled East and she's travelled
Until she came to the palace of
'Who is that, who is 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
is Lord Baker's palace' replied the porter,
'This day took a new bride in.'

ask him send 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 him in Turkey land.'

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

Singing, 'I have of a grand arrival,
As fair a as the eye could see
She is at the
for your charity.'

'She wears a gold ring on finger,
And on the one where she wears three,
She has more gold around her middle
buy Northumber and family.'

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

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

Your daughter came with one of gold
I'll avert her home now, 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 for me new love and one for me.'

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