Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the trees
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
And the road was a ribbon of
Over the moor
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
Yes, the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's eyed daughter
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a dark red love
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be with the yellow gold
Before the morning
Yet if they press me
me through the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
Though Hell bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not come at the
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the road was a ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
with many a jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel her breast
Now keep good watch and they her
She the dead man say
"Oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
Look for me by
beats ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She one final breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
with her own red blood
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face gray to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
Back he spurred like a
a curse to the sky
With the road smoking behind him
And his rapier high
red were his spurs in the golden noon
Wine red his velvet
When they him down on the highway
like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his on the highway
With a bunch of at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed upon seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.