Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a torrent of darkness the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the came riding-

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

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the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
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 creaked
tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the say-

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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 to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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He rose upright in the he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black in the moonlight!)
Then he at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the 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 foot of her bed;
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every
And hell at one window;
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man
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 twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours 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 touched it; she strove no 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;
Blank and bare in the
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight to her love's refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they it? the horse-hoofs
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the were they deaf that they did
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Down the ribbon of moonlight, the brow of the hill,
The came 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 night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her shattered the moonlight,
her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, 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 a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden wine-red was his velvet coat,
they shot him down 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,
When the moon is a ghostly tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple 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 on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

By alfred and phil ochs

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The wind was a of darkness
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Among the gusty
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The moon was a galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the was a ribbon of moonlight
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the purple moor
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And the highwayman came 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 yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a red love knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
the morning light
Yet if press me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
With many a jest
And they the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though 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 highway
She one final breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his grew gray to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's eyed daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And died in the there
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he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white road smoking him
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And his rapier brandished
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Blood red his spurs in the golden noon
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red his velvet coat
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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 blood on the
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With a bunch of at his throat
And still on a winter's they say
When the wind is in the
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the road is a of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.