Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a torrent of darkness the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the highwayman riding-

The highwayman 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 coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of doe-skin;
fitted with 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 cobbles he clattered and clashed in the 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 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 inn-yard a stable-wicket
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and
His were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber

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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 press me sharply, and me through the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, 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 like a
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet 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 he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the moor,
A red-coat troop 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 them at her casement, with muskets at their side!
was death at every window;
And at one dark window;
For bess could see, the casement, the road that he would ride.

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had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She the dead man say-
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though should 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!
They 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 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 stood up to attention, with the barrel her breast,
She would not their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay in the moonlight;
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? were they deaf that did
Not
Down the of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up and still!

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

He turned; he spurred to the he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he it, his face grew grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The black-eyed 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 white smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; was his velvet coat,
When they him down on the highway,
like 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 still of a night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the moor,
A highwayman riding-

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

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

By alfred noyes and phil

C em
The wind was a of darkness
Am
the gusty trees
Em f
The was a ghostly galleon
Dm g7
upon cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a ribbon of
Am
Over the purple
F c e am
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
F c
Yes, the highwayman came
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he with his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the light
Yet if press me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll 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
the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat came marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
With a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
hell should 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 gypsy
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her black hair a flowing
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the there
C em
he spurred like a madman
Am
a curse to the sky
Em f
With the white road smoking him
Dm g
And his brandished high
C em
Blood red were his spurs in the golden
Am
Wine red his velvet
F c
When they him down on the highway
E am
Down like a dog on the
F c
And he lay in his on the highway
F g
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 road is a ribbon of
Over the purple
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.