Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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

The came 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 coat of the claret velvet, and of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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Over the cobbles he and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped his whip on the shutters, but all was locked 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 love-knot into her 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 like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The red-lipped 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 gold 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 to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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He rose in the stirrups; he scarce 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 over his
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 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 to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with at their side!
There was at every window;
And hell at one dark
For could see, through 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 beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man
for me by moonlight;
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 but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with 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 trigger at was hers!

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The tip of one touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the beneath her breast,
She not risk 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; tlot-tlot! had they it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they that they did
Not
Down the 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 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,
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 who stood
Bowed, with her o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his 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, shrieking a to the sky,
the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his 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 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 tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the moor,
A comes riding-

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

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Over the cobbles he 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 be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red into her long black hair.

By alfred 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 was a ribbon of moonlight
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Over the moor
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And the came riding, 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 tapped his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who be waiting there
But the landlord's black daughter
Bess the daughter
a dark red love knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
the morning light
Yet if press me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And come 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 road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With many a sniggering
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good watch and they 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 deaf they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy
She breathed one breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
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
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his grew gray to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
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Back he like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white smoking behind him
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And his rapier high
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Blood red were his in the golden noon
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Wine red his velvet
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When they shot him on the highway
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Down like a dog on the
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And he lay in his blood on the
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.