Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the gusty
The was a ghostly galleon
upon cloudy seas
And the road was a of moonlight
Over the purple
And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes, the highwayman came
Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he with 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
a dark red love knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I be back with the yellow gold
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 should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
before the rise of the
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
George's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
with many a sniggering
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel her breast
Now good watch and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"Oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
Hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She one final breath
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a flowing
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face gray to hear
How Bess the landlord's
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
Back he spurred a madman
a curse to the sky
With the white road behind him
And his rapier brandished
Blood red were his in the golden noon
Wine red his velvet
When shot him down on the highway
like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood on the
a bunch of lace at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.