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 upon seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the highwayman came

The came 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 a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the ostler his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were of madness, his hair 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 a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the light;
Yet, if they me sharply, and harry 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 upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed it's 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, the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, the purple moor,
A red-coat troop marching-

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

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

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They had her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the 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 knots good!
She writhed her till here 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 it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? they deaf that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, the brow of the hill,
The came 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
!
he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket 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, her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the he heard it, his face grew 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 smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; was his velvet coat,
When shot him down on the highway,
like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

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And still of a winter's night, they say, when the is in the trees,
When the moon is a galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman riding-

A comes 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 should be there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long hair.

By alfred 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 was a ghostly galleon
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upon cloudy seas
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And the road was a ribbon of
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the purple moor
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And the highwayman came riding, riding,
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Yes, the highwayman came
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Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who be waiting there
But the black eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love
Into her long black
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the gold
Before the morning
Yet if press me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
Though hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
Before the rise of the
the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
With many a jest
And they bound the beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep watch and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
Watch for me by
Were they deaf they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her breast in the
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not know who
Out with her 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 landlord's
The landlord's black eyed
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the there
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Back he like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white road behind him
Dm g
And his rapier high
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Blood red his spurs in the golden noon
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Wine red his velvet
F c
When they shot him on the highway
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Down a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his blood on the
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.