Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
Among the trees
The was a ghostly galleon
upon cloudy seas
And the road was a of moonlight
Over the purple
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
Yes, the came riding
Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be there
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a dark red knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back the yellow gold
Before the morning
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Hell should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
before the of the moon
the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King George's men came
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
many a sniggering jest
And they the musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"Oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
Watch for me by
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the gypsy
She one final breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not know who
Out her black hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew gray to
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness
Back he spurred a madman
a curse to the sky
With the white road behind him
And his brandished high
Blood red were his spurs in the noon
Wine red his coat
When they him down on the highway
Down like a dog on the
And he lay in his on the highway
With a bunch of lace at his
And still on a winter's they say
the wind is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.