Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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

The highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of doe-skin;
fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier a-twinkle, under 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 a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot her long black hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket
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 red-lipped 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 with 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 hell bar the way."

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He rose upright in the stirrups; he could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a
As the black cascade of came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed it's in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
he tugged 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, the rise 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 and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with at their side!
was death at every window;
And hell at one window;
For bess could see, the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering
bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till 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 trigger at was hers!

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The tip of one finger it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and bare in the
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
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were deaf 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 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 face was a light!
Her eyes wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
her breast 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 he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the there.

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Back, he spurred 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,
When they him down on the highway,
like 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 galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman riding-

A highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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Over the cobbles he and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
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 noyes and phil ochs

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the trees
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The moon was a ghostly
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Tossed upon 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 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 darkened
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a to the window
And who be waiting there
But the landlord's black daughter
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red love
Into her long black
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the gold
the morning light
Yet if they me sharply
me through the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though 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 ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat came marching, marching, marching
george's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
With a sniggering jest
And they the musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And come to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
for me by moonlight
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her shattered 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 her black hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his grew gray to hear
How bess the landlord's
The black eyed daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness 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 smoking behind him
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And his rapier high
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Blood red were his spurs in the golden
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red his velvet coat
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When they him down on the highway
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Down a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his on the highway
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of
Over the moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.