Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the 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 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 of brown doe-skin;
They with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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Over the cobbles he clattered and in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who 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 listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he the robber say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm a prize 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,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though 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 burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of came tumbling over his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and away to the west.

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, the purple moor,
A troop came 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 them knelt at her casement, with at their side!
There was at every window;
And hell at one dark
For bess see, through 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 her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the man say-
Look for me by
for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell bar the way!

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She her hands 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 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 would not risk their hearing; she not strive again;
For the road lay in the moonlight;
and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her refrain.

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

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Tlot-tlot, in the silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her was like a light!
Her eyes grew for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her moved in the moonlight,
Her shattered 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, her head o'er 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 in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his brandished high!
Blood-red his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
Down 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 still of a winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
the moon is a ghostly galleon 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 clatters and 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 black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red into her long black hair.

By noyes and phil ochs

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the gusty
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The moon was a ghostly
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Tossed cloudy seas
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And the road was a 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
Over the cobbles he
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was locked and
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 black
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if press me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then 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
Before the of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat came marching, marching, marching
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
With many a jest
And they bound the beside her
the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though hell bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing
Watch for me by
Were they deaf they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She one final breath
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
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 gray to
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had watched for her love in the
And died in the there
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he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
Em f
With the road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his rapier brandished
C em
red were his spurs in the golden noon
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Wine red his velvet
F c
they shot him down on the highway
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Down like a dog on the
F c
And he lay in his blood on the
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With a of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a ghostly
upon cloudy seas
When the road is a of moonlight
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.