Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who lived in this
He being a Lord of degree
He left his foot a ship's board
And swore strange 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 bound in
Until his life it weary.

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

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

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

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

made a vow for seven years
And more for to keep it strong
Saying 'If you wed with no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed no other man.'

And seven years been past and
And seven more they were on
She's bundled up all her clothing
And swore Baker 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 young soldier
'Who knocks so and can't get in?'

'Is this Lord palace?' replied the lady
'Or is his lordship 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 been so strong
And to remember the young lady
Who did him in Turkey land.'

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

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

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

'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding
A of your 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 will I do with my dear?'
'I know daughter, she's not been covered
Nor has she shown any for me.

daughter came with one pack of gold
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 slice for the new mother
A for me new love and one for me.'

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