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 ghostly tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a of moonlight, over 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 were up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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Over the cobbles he and clashed in the dark 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 landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
a dark 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 listened; his face was white and
His eyes were hollows of madness, his like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber

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"one kiss, my sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me the day,
Then 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 face burnt like a
As the black cascade of perfume tumbling 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 dawning; he did not come at
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the 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 to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow
Two of them knelt at her casement, muskets at their side!
There was death at window;
And hell at one window;
For bess could see, through the casement, the road that he ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, many a sniggering jest;
They a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She heard the man say-
Look for me by
Watch for me by
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should 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 sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the 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, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their she would not strive again;
For the road lay in the moonlight;
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the 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 red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up 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 one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the he did not know who stood
Bowed, her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew 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 like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier high!
Blood-red were his i' the golden noon; 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, 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 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 taps his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be there
But the black-eyed 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 torrent of
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Among the trees
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The was a ghostly galleon
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upon cloudy seas
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And the road was a ribbon of
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the purple moor
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And the highwayman came riding, riding,
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he with his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red knot
her long black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the tawny
Before the rise of the
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
With many a jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
beats ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the gypsy
She breathed one final
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And him with her death
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew gray to
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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he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the road smoking behind him
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And his brandished high
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Blood red were his spurs in the noon
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Wine red his velvet
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When they shot him down on the
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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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With a bunch of lace at his
And still on a winter's night say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed upon cloudy
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.