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 galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the highwayman came

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

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He'd a french on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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Over the cobbles he 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 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 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 the robber say-

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"one kiss, my sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning
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 should bar the way."

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He upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt a brand
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed it's in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black 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 he did not come at noon;
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 troop came

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 his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with 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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They had her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
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 held good!
She writhed her till 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 touched 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 up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? they deaf that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats to their priming! she stood up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing
!
he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and him-with her death.

He he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to
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 like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his coat,
When they him down 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 night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the moor,
A highwayman riding-

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

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Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the 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 waiting
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long hair.

By alfred and phil ochs

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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 upon cloudy
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And the was a ribbon of moonlight
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Over the moor
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And the came riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the came riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a tune to the
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red love
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm a prize tonight
But I be back with the yellow gold
the morning light
Yet if they press me
me through the day
Oh, then look for me by
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
Though hell 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
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop 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
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good watch and they her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
Though hell bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy
She breathed one breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not who stood
Out her black hair a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And died in the there
C em
he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his rapier high
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Blood red were his spurs in the noon
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red his velvet coat
F c
When shot him down on the highway
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like a dog on the highway
F c
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 they say
the wind is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.