Luyện nghe bài hát Highwayman

I was a
Along the coach I did ride
With sword and pistol by my
Many a maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of
But I am still

I was a
I was born upon the
And the sea I did abide
I a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off said that I got killed
But I am living

I was a dam
Across the deep and wide
steel and water did collide
A place called on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete
They buried me in great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still
I'll always be around and and around and around and around

I fly a
Across the divide
And when I reach the side
I'll find a place to my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman
Or I may simply be a drop of rain
But I remain
And I'll be again, and again and again and again and again