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 galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman riding-

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

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

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Over the he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was and barred;
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot 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 hollows of madness, his hair like hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber

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"one kiss, my sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I be back with the yellow gold 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 he scarce could reach her hand,
But she her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed it's in the moonlight,
(oh, black 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 sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a ribbon, looping 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 word to the landlord, drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at window;
And at one dark window;
For bess could see, 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 beside her, with the beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the man say-
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands here fingers were 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 touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

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The tip of one finger touched it; she no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the beneath her breast,
She would not risk hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the of her veins 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? were they that they did
Not
the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The looked to their priming! she stood up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing 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 moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, 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 spurred like a madman, a curse to the sky,
With the road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they 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 of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly tossed upon cloudy seas,
the road is a ribbon of moonlight 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 on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles 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 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 was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
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And the road was a ribbon of
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Over the purple
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And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the highwayman came
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he with his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red knot
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a tonight
But I be back with the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if press me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And come to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat came marching, marching, marching
george's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
With a sniggering jest
And they the musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast
Now good watch and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And come to thee by moonlight
Though hell bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the highway
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness
C em
Back he like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
Em f
With the road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his brandished high
C em
Blood red were his spurs in the noon
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Wine red his velvet
F c
When they shot him on the highway
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like a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his on the highway
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With a bunch of lace at his
And still on a night they say
When the is in the trees
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.