Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy 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 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 his boots were up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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

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

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be back the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me 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 came tumbling his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped 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 was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat came marching-

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

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They said no word to the landlord, they his ale instead,
But they 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 death at window;
And hell at one dark
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She heard the man say-
Look for me by
Watch for me by
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots good!
She writhed her hands till here 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 finger touched it! the 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, with the barrel her breast,
She not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the blood of her in the moonlight throbbed 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? they deaf that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing
!
he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He he spurred to the west; 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 love in the moonlight, and died in the there.

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Back, he like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red his spurs 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, a bunch of lace at his throat.

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And of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman 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 should be there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot her long black hair.

By noyes and phil ochs

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The wind was a torrent of
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the gusty trees
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The moon was a ghostly
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Tossed cloudy seas
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And the road was a 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 came
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Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he with his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the black eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the gold
the morning light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
hell should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the tawny
Before the rise of the
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
With a sniggering jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep watch and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were they deaf they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face gray to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
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 road behind him
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And his rapier brandished
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Blood red were his spurs in the golden
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Wine red his velvet
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they shot him down on the highway
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Down like a dog on the
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And he lay in his on the highway
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's they say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.