Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the highwayman came

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

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He'd a french on his forehead, a bunch 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 rode a jewelled twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and
His eyes were of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be back with the gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me the day,
Then 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 loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt a brand
As the black of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed it's in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves in the moonlight!)
he tugged 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 sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, the purple moor,
A red-coat came marching-

King men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

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They said no to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
was death at every window;
And hell at one window;
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and they her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
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 knots good!
She writhed her hands till fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

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

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they deaf that did
Not
Down the of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats to their 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 she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her in the moonlight 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 grew grey to
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had watched for her in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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

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And still of a night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed 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 and barred;
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 alfred noyes and phil

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the trees
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The moon was a galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the road was a of moonlight
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Over the purple
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And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be there
But the landlord's eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be with the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
Before the of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With many a jest
And they the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
beats ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the gypsy
She breathed one breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out her black hair a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his grew gray to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's eyed daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
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he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white smoking behind him
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And his brandished high
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Blood red were his spurs in the noon
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Wine red his coat
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When they him down on the highway
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like a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his blood on the
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With a bunch of lace at his
And still on a night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
upon cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of
Over the moor
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.