Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
Among the trees
The moon was a galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
And the road was a of moonlight
Over the moor
And the came riding, 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 whistled a to the window
And who should be there
But the black eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the gold
the morning light
Yet if they me sharply
me through the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
the rise of the moon
When the road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
George's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
with many a jest
And they the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good watch and they her
She heard the man say
"Oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not who stood
Out her black hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How Bess the daughter
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
he spurred like a madman
Shrieking a to the sky
With the road smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished
Blood red were his spurs in the noon
red his velvet coat
When shot him down on the highway
Down a dog on the highway
And he lay in his on the highway
With a of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
When the wind is in the
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.