Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the trees
The moon was a ghostly
upon cloudy seas
And the was a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes, the highwayman came
Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who be waiting there
But the landlord's black daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be with the yellow gold
the morning light
Yet if they press me
me through the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Hell should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the road was a ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a troop came 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
the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"Oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though Hell bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And him with her death
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew to hear
How Bess the landlord's
The landlord's black eyed
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And died in the there
Back he spurred a madman
Shrieking a to the sky
With the white road smoking him
And his rapier brandished
Blood red his spurs 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 on the highway
With a bunch of lace at his
And still on a night they say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
upon cloudy seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.