Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
Among the gusty
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
And the road was a of moonlight
the purple moor
And the came riding, riding, riding
Yes, the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And clashed in the yard
And he with his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red knot
Into her long black
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the morning
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Hell should 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 was a gypsy's ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
George's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
with many a sniggering
And they bound the beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now good watch and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"Oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
Hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face gray to hear
How Bess the daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
Back he spurred a madman
Shrieking a to the sky
With the white smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished
Blood red were his in the golden noon
Wine red his velvet
they 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 still on a winter's night say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon seas
When the road is a ribbon of
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.