Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

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

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

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

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

She's 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 that you were mine.'

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

And seven years been and over
And seven more were rolling on
She's bundled up all her clothing
And swore Baker she would go find.

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the young foot
down gently on his right knee
'Rise up, rise up now the brave 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 wears a gold on every finger,
And on the middle one where she three,
She has more gold hanging her middle
buy Northumber and family.'

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

Your daughter came with one of gold
avert her home 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 bride's
A for me new love and one for me.'

And then Lord Baker, ran to his
Of steps, he made but three
He put his arms around daughter
And kissed his true love, tenderly.