Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who in this land
He a Lord of high degree
He left his foot down a board
And swore strange countries he go see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'She wears a gold on every finger,
And on the middle one 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 wine, it been e'er so strong,
And to the brave young lady
Who did release you in land.'

Down comes, down comes the new mother
'What I do with my daughter dear?'
'I know your daughter, not been covered
Nor has she shown any for me.

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

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