Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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

The came 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 never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the 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 and barred;
He whistled a to the window, and who should 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
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm a prize to-night,
But I be back with the yellow gold 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 hell 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 a brand
As the black of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
Then he at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

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He did not in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the moor,
A troop came marching-

King george's men marching, up to the old inn-door.

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They said no word to the landlord, drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the of her narrow bed;
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was at every window;
And hell at one window;
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 beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
Watch for me by
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 crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one finger it! the trigger at least was hers!

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The tip of one finger touched it; she no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, the barrel 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 in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? they deaf that they did
Not
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 and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one deep breath,
Then her moved in the moonlight,
Her shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head 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 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,
With the white smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of at his throat.

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And still of a winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
When the is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes

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 locked and
He whistles a to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her black hair.

By alfred noyes and phil

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The was a torrent of darkness
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the gusty trees
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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 purple
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And the highwayman came riding, riding,
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Yes, the came riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be with the yellow gold
the morning light
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the tawny
Before the of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
With many a sniggering
And they bound the musket her
With the beneath her breast
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 thee by
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face gray to hear
How bess the landlord's
The black eyed daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness
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Back he spurred a madman
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a curse 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 in the golden noon
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red his velvet coat
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When they him down 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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With a bunch of lace at his
And on a winter's night they say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the road is a ribbon of
the purple moor
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.