Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the trees
The moon was a ghostly
Tossed upon cloudy
And the was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
Yes, the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black daughter
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a red love knot
her long black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the morning
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though Hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the moor
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
many a sniggering jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She the dead man say
"Oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though Hell bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing
Watch for me by
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy
She breathed one final
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his grew gray to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
Back he spurred a madman
a curse to the sky
With the white smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished
red were his spurs in the golden noon
Wine red his velvet
When shot him down on the highway
Down like a dog on the
And he lay in his blood on the
With a bunch of lace at his
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.