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 ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the came 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 velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His butts 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 with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red into her long 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 of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
as a dog he listened, and he heard 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 gold the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and me through the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to 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 her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling 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 galloped to the west.

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He did not in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the moor,
A red-coat troop 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 gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at side!
was death at every window;
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;
bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She heard the man say-
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots good!
She writhed her hands here fingers were wet with sweat 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 at least 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 barrel her breast,
She would not risk hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay in the moonlight;
and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight to her love's refrain.

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tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they that they did
Not
the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow 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 frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing
!
Nearer he and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one 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, with her head 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 in the darkness there.

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Back, he like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red his spurs 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 blood on the highway, with a bunch of at his throat.

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

A highwayman 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 should be there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her black hair.

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The wind was a torrent of
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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 moor
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And the highwayman 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 with his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's black daughter
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back the yellow gold
the morning light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
many a sniggering jest
And they the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep watch and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She one final breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not know who
Out with her black hair a flowing
with her own red blood
Oh not the dawn had he heard 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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Back he spurred a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white road behind him
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And his rapier brandished
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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 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 at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
When the is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a of moonlight
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.