Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a torrent of 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 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 breeches of brown
They fitted with a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the sky.

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Over the he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped 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 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 listened; his face was and peaked;
His were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the 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 before the light;
Yet, if press 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 rose upright in the he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black 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 at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, the rise 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 word to the landlord, 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 dark
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and they her.
She heard the dead man
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though should bar the way!

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours 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 it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel her breast,
She would not risk their she would not strive again;
For the lay bare in the moonlight;
and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her refrain.

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tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were deaf that they did
Not
the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her was like a light!
Her eyes wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not who stood
Bowed, with her head the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he it, his face grew grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a to the sky,
With the white road smoking him and his rapier brandished high!
were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they 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, the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A comes riding-

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

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Over the 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 be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red into her long black hair.

By noyes and phil ochs

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The was a torrent of darkness
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Among the gusty
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The was a ghostly galleon
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upon cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a ribbon of
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Over the purple
F c e am
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
F c
Yes, the highwayman came
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
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 long black
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the gold
the morning light
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
Though should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
Before the of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew gray to
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
C em
Back he spurred a madman
Am
a curse to the sky
Em f
With the white road smoking him
Dm g
And his brandished high
C em
Blood red were his spurs in the golden
Am
red his velvet coat
F c
When they him down on the highway
E am
like a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his blood on the
F g
With a of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
When the wind is in the
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.