Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a 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 cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots 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 with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long hair.

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And dark in the old a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the listened; 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,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow before the morning light;
Yet, if they me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell bar the way."

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He upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his burnt like a brand
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his 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 was a gipsy's ribbon, looping 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, drank 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!
was death at every window;
And at one dark window;
For could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering
They bound a musket her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and they her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though should bar the way!

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She her hands 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 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, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive
For the road lay in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the
And the of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had heard it? the horse-hoofs
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they deaf that did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, the brow of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats to their priming! she stood up strait and still!

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

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who
Bowed, with her 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 landlord's 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 road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the 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, with a 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 is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a 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 and clangs 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 be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

By alfred noyes and ochs

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The wind was a of darkness
Am
Among the gusty
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a of moonlight
Am
Over the moor
F c e am
And the came riding, riding, riding
F c
Yes, the came riding
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be there
But the black eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be with the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if they me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
Before the of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With many a sniggering
And they bound the musket her
the barrel 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
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were they that they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his grew gray to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness
C em
Back he spurred like a
Am
a curse to the sky
Em f
With the white road smoking him
Dm g
And his rapier high
C em
Blood red were his in the golden noon
Am
Wine red his coat
F c
they shot him down on the highway
E am
Down a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his on the highway
F g
With a of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the road is a of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.