Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a torrent of among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly tossed upon cloudy seas,
The was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman riding-

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

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a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown 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 hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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

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And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket
Where tim the ostler his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his 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 sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning
Yet, if they press me sharply, and me through the day,
Then 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 scarce reach her hand,
But she loosened her i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came over his breast;
And he kissed it's 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 he did not come 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 troop marching-

King men came 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 knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was at every window;
And hell at one dark
For bess could see, through the casement, the road that he ride.

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They had her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She heard the dead man
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 hands behind her; but all the knots good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet 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 touched it! the trigger at 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, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the lay bare in the moonlight;
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? they deaf that they did
Not
Down the of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman 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 echoing
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her face was a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a she drew one last deep breath,
Then her moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head 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 love in the moonlight, and in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a to the sky,
With the white smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his coat,
When they shot him 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 still of a winter's night, they say, when the is in the trees,
When the is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A comes riding-

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

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the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting
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 was a torrent of darkness
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the gusty 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 ribbon of
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the purple moor
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And the came 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 clashed in the yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the morning
Yet if they me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then look for me by
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
Before the rise of the
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop 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 bound the musket her
With the barrel beneath her
Now good watch and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a flowing
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the landlord's
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
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Back he spurred like a
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a curse 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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red were his spurs in the golden noon
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Wine red his velvet
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When shot him down on the highway
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like a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his on the highway
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With a of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's they say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a ghostly
upon cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.