Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the came riding-

The came riding, up to the old inn-door.

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He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a of lace at his chin,
A of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his were up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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Over the cobbles he clattered and in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
He whistled a to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her black hair.

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And dark in the old a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and me through the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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He rose upright in the stirrups; he could reach her hand,
But she her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
Then he at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A troop came marching-

King george's men marching, up to the old inn-door.

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said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was at every window;
And at one dark window;
For bess could see, through the casement, the road that he ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering
They bound a musket her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and they her.
She the dead man say-
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
I'll to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! the trigger at was hers!

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The tip of one touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive
For the lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight to her love's refrain.

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tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they deaf that did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to priming! she stood up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her face was a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she one last deep breath,
Then her moved in the moonlight,
Her shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
Down a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of at his throat.

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And still of a winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of over the purple moor,
A comes riding-

A highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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Over the cobbles he clatters and in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and
He whistles a tune to the window, and who be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her black hair.

By noyes and phil ochs

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The was a torrent of darkness
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Among the trees
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The moon was a ghostly
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the was a ribbon of moonlight
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the purple moor
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And the highwayman came riding, riding,
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
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 after a prize
But I shall be back the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
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 of the moon
the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
With a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket her
With the barrel her breast
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
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
for me by moonlight
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger moved in the
Her shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not know who
Out her black hair a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And died in the darkness
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Back he like a madman
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a curse to the sky
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With the white road behind him
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And his brandished high
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Blood red were his in the golden noon
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Wine red his coat
F c
When shot him down on the highway
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Down like a dog on the
F c
And he lay in his on the highway
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With a bunch of lace at his
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the road is a ribbon of
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.